Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	ear_n	eye_n	fat_a	2,377	5	10.2276	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47782	Joseph reviv'd, or, The twelve last chapters of Genesis metaphrazed containing the life & death of holy Joseph / by George Lesly ...	Lesly, George, d. 1701.	1676 (1676)	Wing L1177; ESTC R7199	28,157	72

but see And then my wrong revenge or love not me To which the furious Husband answer made Enough my Jempsar it shall ne'r be said That you my Love can any thing demand That I 'le deny wherefore I pray you stand To see the Prologue of his torturing pains He shall imprison'd be and bound with chains Go cursed Rogue I 'le never trust the face That 's beautiful it 's seldom lin'd with grace This heard the courteous Lad made humble bow Saying My Lord I never wronged you Time trying all things you shall plainly see The fault was hers and there was none in me Wherefore I hope that God whom I do serve Will grant such favour that I may not starve In this dark Prison Thy words are bootless Jaylor keep him sure While I have studied what he shall endure Which when Jehovah from 's Imperial Throne Heard wills a winged Herald to be gone Down to his Footstool-Earth and there to tell The Turn-key he must use the Pris'ner well This made our guiltless Youth much favour find With him that unto others was unkind For what in prison was among them done Joseph was doer of it he alone Without controle rul'd all because the Lord Him prosper'd according to the Word Yet all this time our Joseph never thought How he from prison should at last be brought Till he that all for good makes work together Sent Pharaoh's Butler and his Baker thither For misdemeanour who were put in ward With Potiphar the Captain of the Guard Whom Joseph serv'd at last each dream'd a dream Viz. Butler Baker on a several Theam Which so perplexed both of them next morrow That he it spied and said Sirs what sorrow Tormenteth you ye lowr and are so sad There is some cause if your night-sleep was bad Boy that 's not all but we have dreaming been And none can tell us what the same doth mean Hear me my Masters do not you yet know That their Interpretations from below Come not 't is only such events can read As are with Sp'ritual Mantles overspread Then do but tell me what was each mans Theam Not doubting I shall quickly read your Dream A Vine said Butler I saw me before And in the same three Branches and no more Which budded shooting forth its Blossom-flow'rs Whose clusters all brought forth such Grapes as ours The Cup of Pharaoh being in my hand I took and press'd them in at his command Who afterward both took and did it drink This is the sum of what I dream'd I think Is this the thing you have a mind to know Come rouze your Spirit it needs not be so low The Branches three as many days portend Before the end of which the King will send For you and to your wonted place restore His Cup to bear as you was wont before When this Prediction is fulfill'd on thee Be sure to put the King in mind of me And tell him though he have Magicians store Yet there 's an Hebrew Lad that knoweth more Than all of them and this a mean will be From Bonds and Prison for to set me free For I indeed an Hebrew stol'n was And hither brought I know not for what cause Where now again without a crime I lie In this dark Cell and may do till I die I like this young man said the Baker well And will adventure mine also to tell Three Baskets white I had upon my head In which were several sorts of meat and Bread Which I to Pharaoh brought but e'r I came Birds flockt about my head and eat the same This Dream of yours will prove but bad I fear And therefore Sir I beg you would forbear To urge from me what it doth signifie Take this for all that you must quickly die I fear not that say on I will approve Of that my Friend reveals to me in love My life I will resign most willingly If of my Service Pharaoh weary be If 't must be so The Baskets that you wore Predict that e'r three days be o're You shall be hang'd and Birds your flesh shall eat This is the vision of your baked meat Make sure of Heaven thy part on Earth is done Now by this time rose third days sparkling Sun Where God ordaining Pharaoh made a Feast Upon his Birth-day unto all the rest Of them that were his Servants by and by In frolick humonr he aloud did cry Go bring the Baker and the Butler up This man is fittest to give me the Cup As for the other his last doom shall be To be lift up and hanged on a Tree The honour which the Princes favour lends May he call'd in and then in shame it ends Good turns are soon forgot a Proverb sure For guiltless Joseph must as yet endure Courtiers use not always to keep word Although they make their Vows unto the Lord Whose time 's the best to set our Captive free Though two full years he must in Prison be Till Pharaoh dreams that he by Water side Stands and Seven Fat well-favourd Kine espi'd Come up from thence as also seven lean And joyn'd to th' other those when he had seen Stood horror-struck and what th' event might be Wait 't was not long before that he did see Those scurvey lean-flesh'd Beasts the other eat And yet still looking poor and wanting meat So Pharaoh ' woke till slumber had his eyes Closed and then the second time he spies Seven Ears of Corn come up both good and rank Seven others also that were poor and lank And as the other Lean did Fat devour These eat the Rank likewise that very hour This doubled Phantasme so perplex'd the heart Of Egypt's King that he must both impart To his Magicians willing them to see If they could tell what either signifie We are confounded cry the Sophi's Lord Of these thy dreams we cannot tell one word This unexpected answer so rouz'd up The memory of him that bore the Cup Who thus exprest himself unto the King My Lord I 've sinned in this very thing Pharaoh well knows that he with me was wrath And with the Baker also sent me forth Unto the Prison where we both did lie Till our sad Dreams an Hebrew did espie Who told me of it as it since hath prov'd Saying the Butler needs not to be mov'd For he shall be restor'd but Baker he Shall by the King condemn'd and hanged be These tydings pleas'd the King beyond all measure Who priz'd the meaning of his dreams 'bove treasure Call in the young man for he 's wiser far Than all the Sophies that in Egypt are Run quickly unto Potyphar and say Pharaoh must see his Prisoner to day Where Kings command the message is obey'd The Seer's call'd to come in haste who said What is your haste so great may I not stay Till I be shav'd and unto Heaven pray And change my Garments also since you see I am not fit before your King to be He comes Sweet Youth said Pharaoh but