Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	air_n	earth_n	element_n	2,424	5	9.4906	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12634	Saint Peters complaynt With other poems.	Southwell, Robert, Saint, 1561?-1595.	1595 (1595)	STC 22956; ESTC S117658	24,262	74

teach VVhose textes to faithfull harts neede little glosing VVitnesse vnworthy I who in a looke Learn'd more by rote then all the scribes by booke Tough malice still possest theyr hardned minds I though too hard learn'd softnes in thine eye VVhich yron knots of stubborne will vnbinds Offring them loue that loue with loue will buy Thys did I learne yet they could not discerne it But woe that I had now such neede to learne it O Sunnes all but your selues in light excelling VVhose presence day whose absence causeth night VVhose neighbour course brings Sommer colde expelling VVhose distant periods freeze away delight Ah that I lost your bright and fostring beames To plunge my soule in these congealed streames O gracious spheres where loue the Center is A natiue place for our selfe-loaden soules The compasse loue a cope that none can mis The motion loue that round about vs rowles O Spheres of loue whose Center cope and motion Is loue of vs loue that inuites deuotion O little worlds the summes of all the best VVhere glory heauen God sonne all vertues stars VVhere fire a loue that next to heauen doth rest Ayre light of life that no distemper marres The water grace whose seas whose springes whose showers Cloth natures earth with euerlasting flowers VVhat mixtures these sweet elements do yeeld Let happy worldlings of those worlds expound But simples are by compounds farre exceld Both sute a place where all best things abound And if a banisht wretch gesse not amisse All but one compound frame of perfect blisse I out-cast from these worlds exiled rome Poore Saint from heauen from fire cold Salamander Lost fish from those sweet waters kindly home From land of life stray'd pilgrim still I wander I know the cause these worlds had neuer hell In which my faults haue best deseru'd to dwell O Bethelem cesterns Dauids most desire From which my sinnes like fierce Philistims keepe To fetch your drops what champions should I hire That I therein my withered heart may steepe I would not shed them like that holy king His were but tipes these are the figured thing O turtle twins all bath'd in virgins milke Vpon the margin of full flowing bankes VVhose gracefull plume surmounts the finest silke VVhose sight enamoreth heauens most happie rankes Could I forsweare this heauenly paire of doues That cag'd in care for me were groning loues Twice Moses wand did strike the stubborne rocke Ere stony veynes would yeeld their christall blood Thy eyes one looke seru'd as an onely knocke To make my hart gush out a weeping flood VVherein my sinnes as fishes spawne their frye To shew their inward shames and then to dye But ô how long demurre I on his eyes VVhose looke did pearce my hart with healing wound Launcing impostumd sore of periurd lyes VVhich these two issues of mine eyes hath found VVhere runne it must till death the issues stop And penall life hath purgd the finall drop Like solest Swan that swimmes in silent deepe And neuer sings but obsequies of death Sigh out thy plaints and sole in secret weepe In suing pardon spend thy periurd breath Attire thy soule in sorrowes mourning weede And at thine eyes let guiltie conscience bleede Still in the limbecke of thy dolefull breast These bitter fruits that from thy sinnes do grow For fuel selfe accusing thoughts be best Vse feare as fire the coales let pennance blow And seeke none other quintescence but teares That eyes may shed what entred at thine eares Come sorrowing teares the of spring of my griefe Scant not your parent of a needefull aide In you I rest the hope of wish'd reliefe By you my sinnefull debts must be defraide Your power preuailes your sacrifice is gratefull By loue obtayning life to men most hatefull Come good effects of ill deseruing cause Ill gotten impes yet vertuously brought forth Selfe-blaming probates of infringed lawes Yet blamed faults redeeming with your worth The signes of shame in you each eye may read Yet while you guiltie proue you pittie plead O beames of mercy beate on sorrowes clowde Poure suppling showres vpon my parched ground Bring forth the fruite to your due seruice vowde Let good desires with like deserts be crownd VVater young bloming vertues tender flower Sinne did all grace of riper groth deuower VVeepe Balme and mirrhe you sweet Arabian trees VVith purest gummes perfume and pearle your ryne Shed on your hony drops you busie bees I barraine plaint must weepe vnpleasant bryne Hornets I hyue salt drops their labour plyes Suckt out of sinne and shed by showring eyes If Dauid night by night did bath his bed Esteeming longest dayes to short too mone Inconsolable teares if Anna shed VVho in her sonne her solace had forgone Then I to dayes and weekes to months and yeares Do owe the hourely rent of stintlesse teares If loue if losse if fault if spotted fame If daunger death if wrath or wrecke of weale Entitle eyes true heires to earned blame That due remorse in such euents conceale Then want of teares might well enroll my name As chiefest Saint in Calender of shame Loue where I lou'd was due and best deseru'd No loue could ayme at more loue-worthy marke No loue more lou'd then mine of him I seru'd Large vse he gaue a flame for euery spark This loue I lost this losse a life must rue Yea life is short to pay the ruth is due I lost all that I had and had the most The most that will can wish or wit deuise I least performd that did most vainely boast I staind my fame in most infamous wise VVhat daunger then death wrath or wreck can moue More pregnant cause of teares then this I proue If Adam sought a veyle to scarfe his sinne Taught by his fall to feare a scourging hand If men shall wish that hils should wrap them in VVhen crymes in finall doome come to be scand VVhat mount what caue what center can conceale My monstrous fact which euen the birds reueale Come shame the liuery of offending minde The ougly shroud that ouershadoweth blame The mulct at which foule faults are iustly fynde The dampe of sinne the common sluce of fame By which impostum'd tongues their humors purge Light shame on me I best deseru'd the scourge Caines murdering hand imbrude in brothers blood More mercy then my impious toung may craue He kild a riuall with pretence of good In hope Gods doubled loue alone to haue But feare so spoild my vanquisht thoughts of loue That periurde oathes my spightfull hate did proue Poore Agar from her phere enforc'd to flye VVandring in Barsabeian wildes alone Doubting her child throgh helples drought would dye Laide it aloofe and set her downe to moane The heauens with praiers her lap with teares she fild A mothers loue in losse is hardly stild But Agar now bequeath thy teares to me Feares not effects did set aflote thine eyes But wretch I feele more then was feard of thee