Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	earth_n	nation_n	shake_v	3,856	5	10.6061	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34444	On the recovery of Our Most Gracious Queen Katharine from her late grievous and deplorable fit of sicknesse a vision / by E.C. ...	Cooper, Edmund.	1664 (1664)	Wing C6054; ESTC R40868	4,187	24

desire Ye have to die Draw in a Soul reserv'd by Destiny To bless the World Ye may yet live and press As now to die t' enjoy that happynesse She shall disperse abroad and the bless'd Seed King CHARLES shall reap of her there is no need My friends of all this heat stand still and see The end it may be happy They agree Mean while the Dame quit of her Drivers rested In quiet sleep and by that means digested Her crude disease and though the light was small Of the dimme hope that She made shift withall Yet up She set her Self in Her sad Bed And hardly to Her half composed head Rais'd She her trembling Hand Then She bethought her How She came thither who it was that brought her But most of all when she saw all the Pack Of her Attendants gone how to get back Then tack'd the wind about but breath'd more dry And gently then it had before for why The cause of fear and tears was done away But Pray'r was not to cease On the wind lay As Pray'r was not to cease On the wind lay As 't were a Globe of Light but without heat ' Tended by Angels And on that in great And Capital Letters written one might see The Words repeated BLESSINGS VPON THEE Hence did one Ray descend upon the Bed Where the Queen lay which greatly comforted Her Feaver wasted Spirits another smote Upon an Instrument of ravishing Note Self-moving by the influence of that Light So the Queen slept the space of a whole night Then moov'd the Bed and as it went along Voyces to that same Musick sung this Song This new life to Thee is given Not by man's Pow'r or skill But by the hand of Heaven Of whose favour and good will So order'd 't was To come to passe That by thy danger thou might'st see How neer thou art unto the heart Of him that Pray'd and weep'd for Thee Live now and augment his Joyes Thy Virtues be his Crown Let him Father Girles and Boyes That may live in great Renown He that did shut And close to put The door of Death and set Thee free Hath seen thy Griefe And sent reliefe He will ope thy Womb for Thee Nations shall fear before Thy Seed The Seignior not be Grand That 's kept for King Charles Breed Which now we all see neer at hand Against the Turk There 's now a Work Which if France will not do Bear thou a Son Shall Over-run France and the Grand Seignior too Only do not fear to eat As our English Ladies do And refuse no kind of meat For a fond scruple or two English Beefe Is the chiefe And he that shall inherit Of a Body Must be hoddy And must have an English Spirit The Song thus ended the Sick bed arriv'd At the Queens Chamber and She still reviv'd There with fresh Musick She was resaluted And they that thought Death good being confuted With hope of Blisses here remain'd to try With me the issue of this Prophecy Only this Song detein'd us at Whitehall A while and after that we parted all Gods Law is pure a light unto thy Paths And to thy Feet a guid To keep it makes the hands more fine Then Gloves perfum'd with Jessamine Or what 's rare else besides Vaine thing is man and all the sonnes of Men They can't do what they wou'd For Flesh is frail and mindes do change Things as they are appointed range And roul as doth the Flood Then God alone the strong and mighty Lord must be your sure repose He varies not and what he will Is done in Earth in Heaven and Hell All things else are but showes Thus having set your heart and hopes aright Vpon an Object true Let the Earth shake at the Foundations And with it chop and change the Nations There shall be rest for You. For look how far the bright Meridian Sun Is set beyond the Arme Of him that doth an Arrow shoot We all know well he can't come to 't So far are You from harme Nay that 's not all to be secure from ill Not all that he will give But life and Glory Joy and Blisse And that Eternal shall be His That doth in Him believe After all this there was a pretty Jigg Some tatling Gossips came and Knighted Trigg FINIS Virgil. Aen. * The sickness Year at the death of King JAMES * When King CHARLES the First was Murthered * Not Religious directing but Phantastick correcting your good appetite with this or that is not good for your Majestie when perhaps You would willingly eat it