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
A20619	An anatomy of the vvorld Wherein, by occasion of the vntimely death of Mistris Elizabeth Drury the frailty and the decay of this whole world is represented.	Donne, John, 1572-1631.	1611 (1611)	STC 7022; ESTC S105367	10,269	32

But yet their various and perplexed course Obseru'd in diuers ages doth enforce Men to finde out so many Eccentrique parts Such diuers downe-right lines such ouerthwarts As disproportion that pure forme It teares The Firmament in eight and fortie sheeres And in those constellations then arise New starres and old do vanish from our eyes As though heau'n suffred earth-quakes peace or war When new Towres rise and olde demolish'd are They haue empayld within a Zodiake The free-borne Sunne and keepe twelue signes awake To watch his steps the Goat and Crabbe controule And fright him backe who els to eyther Pole Did not these Tropiques fetter him might runne For his course is not round nor can the Sunne Perfit a Circle or maintaine his way One inche direct but where he rose to day He comes no more but with a cousening line Steales by that point and so is Serpentine And seeming weary with his recling thus He meanes to sleepe being now falne nearer vs. So of the stares which boast that they do runne In Circle still none ends where he begunne All their proportion's lame it sinks it swels For of Meridians and Parallels Man hath weau'd out a net and this net throwne Vpon the Heauens and now they are his owne Loth to goe vp the hill or labor thus To goe to heauen we make heauen come to vs. We spur we raine the stars and in their race They 're diuersly content t' obey our pace But keepes the earth her round proportion still Doth not a Tenarif or higher Hill Rise so high like a Rocke that one might thinke The floating Moone would shipwracke there and sink Seas are so deepe that Whales being strooke to day Perchance to morrow scarse at middle way Of their wish'd iourneys end the bottom dye And men to sound depths so much line vntie As one might iustly thinke that there would rise At end thereof one of th'Antipodies If vnder all a Vault infernall be Which sure is spacious except that we Inuent another torment that there must Millions into a strait hote roome be thrust Then solidnes and roundnes haue no place Are these but warts and pock-holes in the face Of th' earth Thinke so But yet confesse in this The worlds proportion disfigured is That those two legges whereon it doth relie Reward and punishment are bent awrie And Oh it can no more be questioned That beauties best proportion is dead Since euen griefe it selfe which now alone Is left vs is without proportion Shee by whose lines proportion should bee Examin'd measure of all Symmetree Whom had that Ancient seen who thought soules made Of Harmony he would at next haue said That Harmony was shee and thence infer That soules were but Resultances from her And did from her into our bodies go As to our eyes the formes from obiects flow Shee who if those great Doctors truely said That th'Arke to mans proportions was made Had beene a type for that as that might be A type of her in this that contrary Both Elements and Passions liu'd at peace In her who caus'd all Ciuill warre to cease Shee after whom what forme soe're we see Is discord and rude incongruitee Shee shee is dead shee 's dead when thou knowst this Thou knowst how vgly a monster this world is And learnst thus much by our Anatomie That here is nothing to enamor thee And that not onely faults in inward parts Corruptions in our braines or in our harts Poysoning the fountaines whence our actions spring Endanger vs but that if euery thing Be not done fitly'nd in proportion To satisfie wise and good lookers on Since most men be such as most thinke they bee They 're lothsome too by this Deformitee For good and well must in our actions meete Wicked is not much worse then indiscreet But beauties other second Element Colour and lustre now is as neere spent And had the world his iust proportion Were it a ring still yet the stone is gone As a compassionate Turcoyse which doth tell By looking pale the wearer is not well As gold fals sicke being ●lung with Mercury All the worlds parts of such complexion bee When nature was most busie the first weeke Swadling the new-borne earth God seemd to like That she should sport herselfe sometimes and play To mingle and vary colours euery day And then as though she could not make i now Himselfe his various Rainbow did allow Sight is the noblest sense of any one Yet sight hath onely color to feed on And color is decayd summers robe growes Duskie and like an oft dyed garment showes Our blushing redde which vs'd in cheekes to spred Is inward sunke and onely our soules are redde Perchance the world might haue recouered If she whom we lament had not beene dead But shee in whom all white and redde and blue Beauties ingredients voluntary grew As in an vnuext Paradise from whom Did all things verdure and their lustre come Whose composition was miraculous Being all color all Diaphanous For Ayre and Fire but thicke grosse bodies were And liueliest stones but drowsie and pale to her Shee shee is dead shee 's dead when thou knowst this Thou knowst how wan a Ghost this our world is And learnst thus much by our Anatomee That it should more affright then pleasure thee And that since all faire color then did sinke T is now but wicked vanity to thinke To color vitious deeds with good pretence Or with bought colors to illude mens sense Nor in ought more this worlds decay appeares Then that her influence the heau'n forbeares Or that the Elements doe not feele this The father or the mother barren is The clouds conceiue not raine or doe not powre In the due birth-time downe the balmy showre Th' Ayre doth not motherly sit on the earth To hatch her seasons and giue all things birth Spring-times were common cradles but are toombes And false-conceptions fill the generall wombs Th' Ayre showes such Meteors as none can see Not onely what they meane but what they bee Earth such new wormes as would haue troubled me Th'Egyptian Mages to haue made more such What Artist now dares boast that he can bring Heauen hither or constellate any thing So as the influence of those starres may bee Imprisond in an Herbe or Charme or Tree And doe by touch all which those starres could do The art is lost and correspondence too For heauen giues little and the earth takes lesse And man least knowes their trade and purposes If this commerce twixt heauen and earth were not Embarr'd and all this trafique quite forgot Shee for whose losse we haue lamented thus Would worke more fully ' and pow'rfully on vs. Since herbes and roots by dying lose not all But they yea Ashes too are medicinall Death could not quench her vertue so but that It would be if not follow'd wondred at And all the world would be one dying Swan To sing her funerall prayse and vanish than But as some Serpents poison