Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	cloud_n	earth_n	rain_n	2,189	5	9.5355	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20620	The first anniuersarie An anatomie of the vvorld. Wherein, by occasion of the vntimely death of Mistris Elizabeth Drury, the frailtie and the decay of this whole world is represented.; Anatomy of the world	Donne, John, 1572-1631.	1612 (1612)	STC 7023; ESTC S109799	20,167	124

one certaine part But as thou sawest it rotten at the heart Thou seest a Hectique feuer hath got hold Of the whole substance not to be contrould And that thou hast but one way not t' admit The worlds infection to be none of it For the worlds subtilst immaterial parts Feele this consuming wound and ages darts For the worlds beauty is decayd or gone Beauty that 's colour and proportion We thinke the heauens enioy their Sphericall Their round proportion embracing all 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 forty sheeres And in these constillations then arise New starres and old doe vanish from our eyes As though heau'n suffred earthquakes peace or war When new Towers rise and old 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 reeleing thus He meanes to sleepe being now falne nearer vs. So of the starres which boast that they doe 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 labour thus To go to heauen we make heauen come to vs. We spur we raigne the stars and in their race They 're diuersly content t' obey our peace 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 sinke 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 hot roome be thrust Then solidnesse and roundnesse 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 rely Reward and punishment are bent awry And Oh it can no more be questioned That beauties best proportion is dead Since euen griefe itselfe 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 seene 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 Douctors 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 war 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 knowest this Thou knowst how vgly a monster this world is And learnst thus much by our Anatomee 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 stung 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 inow Himselfe his various Rainbow did allow Sight is the noblest sense of any one Yet sight hath onely colour to feed on And colour 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 red and blew 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 colour 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 knowest 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 colour 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 much 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 Imprisoned in an Hearbe or Charme or Tree And doe by touch all which those starres could doe The art is lost and correspondence too For heauen giues little and the earth takes lesse And man least knowes their