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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	heat_n	spirit_n	vital_a	2,349	5	10.6043	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02782	The history of Scotland from the year 1423 until the year 1542 containing the lives and reigns of James the I, the II, the III, the IV, the V : with several memorials of state during the reigns of James VI and Charles I : illustrated with their effigies in copper plates. / by William Drummond of Hauthornden ; with a prefatory introduction taken out of the records of that nation by Mr. Hall of Grays-Inn.	Drummond, William, 1585-1649.; Gaywood, Richard, fl. 1650-1680.; Hall, Mr.	1696 (1696)	Wing D2199A; ESTC R175982	274,849	491

with so short a course of time How like is that to Castles or imaginary Cities raised in the Sky by Chance-meeting Clouds Or to Gyants modelled for a sport of Snow which at the hoter looks of the Sun melt away and ly drowned in their own moisture Such an impetuous vicissitude towseth the estates of this World Is it knowledge But we have not yet attained to a perfect understanding of the smallest Flower and why the Grass should rather be green than red The Element of Fire is quite put out the Air is but water rarified the Earth moveth and is no more the Center of the Universe is turned into a Magnes Stars are not fixed but swim in the Ethereal spaces Comets are mounted above the Planets some affirm there is another World of Men and Creatures with Cities and Towers in the Moon the Sun is lost for it is but a cleft in the lower Heavens through which the light of the highest shines Thus Sciences by the diverse motions of this Globe of the brain of man are become Opinions What is all we know compared with what we know not We have not yet agreed about the chief good and felicity It is perhaps Artificial Cunning how many curiosities be framed by the least Creatures of Nature unto which the industry of the most curious Artizans doth not attain Is it Riches What are they but the casting out of Friends the Snares of Liberty Bands to such as have them possessing rather than possest metals which nature hath hid fore-seeing the great harm they should occasion and the only opinion of man hath brought in estimation Like Thorns which laid on an open hand may be blown away and on a closing and hard gripping wound it Prodigals mispend them wretches miskeep them when we have gathered the greatest abundance we our selves can enjoy no more thereof than so much as belongs to one man what great and rich men do by others the meaner sort do themselves Will some talk of our pleasures It is not though in the fables told out of purpose that pleasure in hast being called up to Heaven did here forget her apparel which Sorrow thereafter finding to deceive the World attired her self with And if we should say the truth of most of our Joys we must confess they are but disguised sorrows the drams of their Honey are sowred in pounds of Gall remorse ever ensueth them nay in some they have no effect at all if some weakning grief hath not preceded and forewent them Will some Ladies vaunt of their beauty That is but skin-deep of two senses only known short even of Marble Statues and Pictures not the same to all eyes dangerous to the Beholder and hurtful to the Possessor an enemy to Chastity a thing made to delight others more than those which have it a superficial lustre hiding bones and the brains things fearful to be looked upon growth in years doth blast it or sickness or sorrow preventing them Our strength matched with that of the unreasonable Creatures is but weakness all we can set our eyes on in these intricate mazes of life is but vain perspective and deceiving shadows appearing far otherwise afar off than when enjoyed and gazed upon in a near distance If death be good why should it be feared And if it be the work of nature how should it not be good For nature is an Ordinance and Rule which God hath established in the creating this Universe as is the Law of a King which cannot err Sith in him there is no impotency and weakness by the which he might bring forth what is unperfect no perverseness of will of which might proceed any vicious action no ignorance by the which he might go wrong in working being most powerful most good most wise nay all-wise all-good all-powerful He is the first Orderer and marshalleth every other Order the highest Essence giving essence to all other things of all causes the cause he worketh powerfully bounteously wisely and maketh his Artificial Organ nature do the same How is not death of Nature Sith what is naturally generate is subject to corruption and such an harmony which is life rising from the mixture of the four Elements which are the Ingredients of our Body cannot ever endure the contrariety of their qualities as a consuming Rust in the baser Metals being an inward cause of a necessary dissolution Again how is not death good Sith it is the thaw of all those vanities which the frost of Life bindeth together If there be a satiety in Life then must there be a sweetness in Death The Earth were not ample enough to contain her off-spring if none died in two or three Ages without death what an unpleasant and lamentable Spectacle were the most flourishing Cities For what should there be to be seen in them save bodies languishing and courbing again into the Earth pale disfigured faces Skeletons instead of men And what to be heard but the exclamations of the young complaints of the old with the pittiful cries of sick and pining Persons There is almost no infirmity worse than age If there be any evil in death it would appear to be that pain and torment which we apprehend to arise from the breaking of those strait bands which keep the Soul and Body together which sith not without great stuggling and motion seems to prove it self vehement and most extream The senses are the only cause of pain but before the last Trances of Death they are so brought under that they have no or very little strength and their strength lessening the strength of pain too must be lessened How should we doubt but the weakness of sense lesseneth pain sith we know that weakned and maimed parts that receive not nourishment are a great deal less sensible than the other parts of the body And see that old decrepit persons leave this World almost without pain as in a sleep If bodies of the most sound and wholsom constitution be these which most vehemently feel pain It must then follow that they of a distemperate and crasie constitution have least feeling of pain and by this reason all weak and sick bodies should not much feel pain for if they were not distempered and evil complexioned they would not be sick That the Sight Hearing Taste Smelling leave us without pain and unawares we are undoubtedly assured and why should we not think the same of the Feeling That which is capable of feeling are the vital Spirits which in a man in a perfect health are spread and extended through the whole body and hence is it that the whole Body is capable of pain but in dying bodies we see that by pauses and degrees the parts which are furthest removed from the heart become cold and being deprived of natural heat all the pain which they feel is that they do feel no pain Now even as before the sick are aware the vital spirits have withdrawn themselves from the whole extention of the body to

succour the heart like distressed Citizens which finding their walls battered down fly to the defence of their Cittadel so do they abandon the heart without any sensible touch As the flame the oyl failing leaveth the wick or as light the Air which it doth invest As to the shrinking motions and convulsions of sinews and members which appear to witness great pain let one represent to himself the strings of an high tuned Lute which breaking retire to their natural windings or a piece of Ice that without any outward violence cracketh at a Thaw No otherwise do the finews of the body finding themselves slack and unbended from the brain and their wonted labours and motions cease struggle and seem to stir themselves but without either pain or sense Swooning is a true Pourtrait of Death or rather it is the same being a cessation from all action and function of sense and life but in Swooning there is no pain but a silent rest and so deep and sound a sleep that the natural is nothing in comparison of it what great pain then can there be in death which is but a continual Swooning and a never again returning to the works and dolorous felicity of life Now although death were an extream pain sith it is in an instant what can it be Why should we fear it For while we are it cometh not and it being come we are no more Nay though it were most painful long continuing and terrible ugly why should we fear it Sith fear is a foolish passion but where it may preserve but it cannot preserve us from Death yea rather the fear of it banishing the comforts of present contentments makes death to advance and approach the more near unto us That is ever terrible which is unknown so do little Children fear to go in the dark and their fear is increased with tales But that perhaps which anguisheth thee most is to have this glorious pageant of the World removed from thee in the Spring and most delicious season of thy life for though to dye be usual to dye young may appear extraordinary If the present fruition of these things be unprofitable and vain what can a long continuance or them be Stranger and new Halcyon why wouldst thou longer nestle amidst these unconstant and stormy Waves Hast thou not already suffered enough of this World but thou must yet endure more To live long is it not to be long troubled But number thy years which are now _____ and thou shalt find that whereas ten have overlived thee thousands have not attained this age One year is sufficient to behold all the magnificence of Nature nay even one day and night for more is but the same brought again This Sun that Moon these Stars the varying dance of the Spring Summer Autumn Winter is that very same which the golden age did see They which have the longest time lent them to live in have almost no part of it at all measuring it either by the space of time which is past when they were not or by that which is to come why shouldst thou then care whether thy days be many of few which when prolonged to the uttermost prove parallel'd with Eternity as a Tear is to the Ocean To dye young is to do that soon and in some fewer days which once thou must do it is the giving over of a Game that after never so many hazards must be lost When thou hast lived to that age thou desirest or one of Plato's years so soon as the last of thy days riseth above thy Horizon thou wilt then as now demand longer respit and expect more to come It is Hope of long life that maketh life seem short Who will behold and with the eye of advice behold the many changes attending on human affairs with the after-claps of Fortune shall never lament to dye young Who knows what alterations and sudden disasters in outward estate or inward contentments in this wilderness of the World might have befallen him who dieth young if he had lived to be old Heaven fore-knowing imminent harms taketh those which it loves to it self before they fall forth Pure and if we may so say Virgin Souls carry their bodies with no small agonies and delight not to remain long in the dregs of human corruption still burning with a desire to turn back to the place of their rest for this World is their Inn and not their Home That which may fall forth every hour cannot fall out of time Life is a Journey in a dusty way the furthest Rest is Death in this some go more heavily burdened than others swift and active Pilgrims come to the end of it in the Morning or at Noon which Tortoise-paced Wretches clogged with the fragmentary rubbidge of this World scarce with great travel crawl unto at Midnight Days are not to be esteemed after the number of them but after the goodness more compass maketh not a Sphear move compleat but as round is a little as a large Ring nor is that Musitian most praise-worthy who hath longest played but he in measured accents who hath made sweetest melody to live long hath often been a let to live well Muse not how many years thou mightest have enjoyed life but how sooner thou mightest have lossed it neither grudge so much that it is no better as comfort thy self that it hath been no worse let it suffice that thou hast lived till this day and after the course of this World not for nought thou hast had some smiles of fortune favours of the worthiest some friends and thou hast never been disfavoured of the Heaven Though not for life it self yet that to after-worlds thou mightest leave some monument that once thou wast happily in the clear light of Reason it would appear that life were earnestly to be desired for sith it is denied us to live ever said one let us leave some worthy Remembrance of our once here being and draw out this Span of life to the greatest length and so far as is possible O poor ambition To what I pray thee mayest thou concreded it Arches and stately Temples which one age doth raise doth not another raze Tombs and adopted Pillars lye buried with those which were in them buried Hath not Avarice defaced what Religion did make glorious All that the hand of man can uprear is either overturned by the hand of man or at length by standing and continuing consumed as if there were a secret opposition in fate the unevitable decree of the Eternal to controul our industry and conter-check all our devices and proposing Possessions are not enduring Children lose their names Families glorying like Marigolds in the Sun on the highest top of Wealth and Honour no better than they which are not yet born leaving off to be So doth Heaven confound what we endeavour by labour and art to distinguish That renown by Papers which is thought to make men immortal and which nearest doth approach the life of