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	see_v	world_n	12,890	5	4.5277	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16762	The mothers blessing	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1602 (1602)	STC 3669; ESTC S104773	11,646	42

For be the Ph● a 〈◊〉 so 〈◊〉 a Blood Nature doth wond● in her worke house shroud The Sunne itselfe sometime is in a cloud Concealed comforts are the kindest sweets Where loue and honor with discretion meets A boasting tongue is like a heard mans hor●e Which makes a noyse 〈◊〉 nothing worth the hearing And bragging 〈◊〉 are no● to be borne Thogh fooles of choise ●time are worth the chering Yet in the points of wisdoms true appearing Presumptuous fooles and 〈◊〉 religious Iewes Emong the Noble● sort should neuer vse Know how to loue but know not how to hate T'one halfe a heau'n the ●other halfe a hell Learne what belongs to 〈◊〉 and to Fate And trust not all that Idle stories tell And do not reede before you learne to spell But keep thy spirit with that speciall care That Truth may shew thee where her honors are Offend not God with 〈◊〉 the faire In higher 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fit their 〈◊〉 And looke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in the ●ire That 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 spirit 〈◊〉 And let no 〈◊〉 so thy soule perple● But that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 all 〈◊〉 remoue That may be ●full to thy happ●e loue Regard thy followers in a kind as friends But 〈◊〉 a difference in th●e eyes affect 〈◊〉 vse their 〈◊〉 in such carefull kinds 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 speake of thy respect And well 〈◊〉 rewards do not neglect For ●s the hand that 〈◊〉 the seruice binde Although the spirit 〈◊〉 commaund the minde 〈◊〉 Reason by the rules of Grace And ch● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in vertues choise In 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 dwell not on the Base And let thine 〈◊〉 be pleased in the voyce That sounds the song that makes the soule 〈◊〉 A●oyd all substance of the soules annoy And onely Iesus be thy spirits ioy If honor fall vpon thee 〈◊〉 Note how it comes and how it may begone And guide thy 〈◊〉 with such inward 〈◊〉 Thy ground may still be sure to build vpon But needles 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 studie on For Time is 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And brings the 〈◊〉 soule to Paradise Follow the warres but in a worthy cause And Court it but for ●bilitie Be not a Rebell vnto honors lawes For t is a maime to true Gentilitie In all the notes of true Nobilitie So vse thy sword in field at home thy pen Thou maist be both belou'd and fear'd of men Let not a Sha●t a Bowle a Carde nor Die Take vp thy Rent a yeare before the day A Parats feather nor a 〈◊〉 cie Make thee too fast to throw thy wealth away Lest bad I wist do keepe fooles holly day Esteeme a horse according to his pace But loose no wagers on a wilde goos● chase Teare not thy throat with hollowing to hounds Nor ride thy horse to death to seeke a Hawke Spoile not thine eyes with leuelling of grounds Nor barre thine honest neighbour of his walke But take no pleasure with a foole to talke But harken to the shepheards what they saine Both of the Sun shine and a showre of raine Feed not too grosse and drinke not ouer much The sparing diet is the spirits feast The Pitch and Tarre are daungerous to tuch And want of reason makes a man a beast Of forced euils euer chuse the least Be warned by a little from the more And take heed of an inward breeding sore Wound not the conscience of a wofull hart Nor take delight in doing iniury But ease the sicke in his consuming smart And helpe the poore man in his misery So liue so die so liue and neuer die Relieue thy friend but not with all thou hast Lest thou be driuen to seeke to him as fast Importune not a Prince in any sute Nor do a sutor long delaie his hope In cause of Iustice be not ouer mute But in a malice do no secrets ope But keepe thy care within discretions scope Smile at the bird whose bill is ouerlong But neuer listen to the Cuckoes song Loose not thy paines to teach an Owle to speake Nor striue to wash an Ethiopian white Make it no tryumph to subdue the weake But vse thy force to put the proud to flight And in renow me giue euery man his right Begin no more then so thou mean'st to finish As of thine honor may 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 diminish Trauaile to learne diuersitie of Natures But keep at home the care of thy content And euer haue respect vnto those creatures That haue their talents in thy seruice spent And loue the soule that is to vertue bent For euer keep this point of noblenes Let no man note thee of vnthankfulnes Depraue not any that do well deserue No● magnifie an idle headed wit Nor let thy will from wisedomes order swarue How euer humors disalow of it Manage affection with discretions bit For time will teach thee in true reasons creature A foole is but the weake effect of nature In Princes Courts do neuer presse too fast Nor shrinke a foote from thy desert of fame And slip no time for once the humor past A pleasing fansie may be out of frame Shun all occasions of deserued blame 〈◊〉 i●●nwares thou happen to offend Let wit● excuse the care of will commend 〈◊〉 not too great for feare of Enuies figge Yet ioy in all that vertue may aduaunce Make not thy musique of a country Iigge But leaue the Lou● to tread the Moris-daunc● And keep thy sences from Narcissus traunce And follow not Acteon to the wood For feare Diana do thee little good Studie the lawe but to maintaine thy state Diuinitie to keep thy soule in peace Logicke but only questions to debate Arithmeticke but knowledge to encrease How numbers may both multiply and cease Philosophy to iudge of Natures best And Phisicke but grosse humors to digest And Rethoricke to speake in tune and sence Musique but to remoue melancholy Astrology to know circumference For Architecture learne Geometry And for thy trauaile learne Cosmography For recreation soorne not Poetry But for discourses study History To haue a kind of superficiall sight In hawkes and hounds and horse and fowle fish Is not amisse but let thy harts delight Be neuer setled in an idle dish Nor shew thy folly in a wanton wish Be silent to thy selfe what ere thou thinkest And take good heed with whō where thou drinkest Learne for instruction Reede for exercise Practise for knowledge and for gaine remember In worldly pleasures make no paradise Know that thou art of Christ his church a member And do not make thine Aprill in September Vnto thy God in youth direct thy waies And he will blesse thee in thine aged daies Let Conscience know the title of a crowne Yet know withall there is a king of kings Who hoisteth vp and headlong tumbleth downe And all the world doth couer with his wings While heau'n and earth but of his glory sings To whom discharge the loue thou daily owest And he will blesse th● where so ere thou goest Winke at the world 〈◊〉 though thou saw'st it not And

all earths treasure but as trash despise Let not thy folly lose ●hat wit hath got Nor lose an Art by lacke of exercise Yet let no labour honor preiudice Be wisely sparing but not miserable And rather die then be dishonorable Feare not a Giant for his monstrous shape The diuell cannot goe beyond his bounds Nor learne to play the Monkie with an Ape But keep thy selfe within discretions bounds And keep thee frō the worm the cōscience wounds Thus in thy way let wisedome euer guide thee And be assur'd no euill can betide thee Do not awake the Lion in his denne Nor thinke the Foxe a foole before you trie him Nor put an Eagle in a Capons penne Nor trust a Wolfe if that you come too nigh him But come not neare him if you can goe by him For rauening beasts haue wonderfull wide lawes And spoile what euer comes within their clawes Beate not the aire with hammers in thy head Whose dreaming labours will but dull thy wit And do not put thy siluer into lead Except thou make a double gaine of it And euer do that may thine honor fit Know trades traffique merchants their wares But spend thy spirit in more noble cares Be not condemned for a common Louer I meane loue maker to a world of weemen For care can hardly credit lost recouer And who are bound can neuer well be free men Beautie hath cunning in her eyes to see men For where she leads the heart vnto her eies She leads it finely to fooles paradies Boast not vpon the brauery of youth Nor sco●ethe weaknesse of decrepit age But hold this for a principle of truth Death hath a part vpon this worldly stage Where none can scape the furie of his rage A Tragedie where old and young are slaine But spight of death the vertuous liue againe Spend not thy ●res vpon a selfe conceit In grieuing for that neuer can be had Nor let thy wit an idle will await VVhere giddi● humors are inclin'd to gad And let not melancholy make thee mad For better shut thine eyes from such a light Then haue thy heart tormented by the sight Spare to discourse vpon experience And alwaies rather answere then demaund And let no passion shewe impatience But make entreatie where thou maist commaund And neuer be with flatterers ouerfawnd Nor stand too much vpon thine owne opinion How euer Pallas marke thee for her minion Let not a Princesse fauour make thee proud No● g●ue too much vpon a small disgrace Be● 〈◊〉 affection to a filthy dowd No●●ake an Idoll of a painted face No● loue a colt but of a coursers race No● vow thy seruice to mistaken Saints VVhose truest tytles are but honors Saints Weare not a feather in a showre of raine Nor swagger with a Swiser for his swill Put not thy spirit vnto too much paine In searching secrets farre aboue thy skill And know a halbert from a hedging bill And euer note those noble points of nature That truly make an honorable creature Forbeare thy fury on a suddaine rage Yet in thy right be euer resolute And let true patience choller so asswage That honors quarrell may be absolute Lest rashnes too much reason ouershute For carefull valor in a cause of strife Strengthens the hart and giues the spirit life Flie Machiuile his vile instructions Which are but poysons to a princely minde And noted well are but destructions That do the world with wicked humors blinde And do the soule to hellish seruice binde Where nothing for gaine must be forbidden While diuels in the shape of men are hidden Note what is done by whom and how and when And marke what issue growes of each euent If by the sword the purse or by the pen And where the honor of the action went And how to take it for a president For many things haue many times bene done That had bene better nere had bene begun Know all the courses that thou canst attaine But follow onely that may do thee good In questions alwaies make thy meaning plaine Obscured thoughts are hardly vnderstood But let not choller ouerheate thy bloud So shall thy feare of fortunes force be small And thou shalt stand when other men do fall Take heed my sonne thy soule be not deceiued With any straunge or all too strong illusion For cares best wit cannot be misconceiued Which sees the force of follies close intrusion While heedlesse will brings wit vnto confusion Be wise my sonne in heau'nly wisedomes booke And thou shalt angle with no diuels hooke Loue not a Iester nor a hackney Iade Time is but lost in either of their triall Rather regard the mattocke and the spade And take the sunne to be thy truest diall Where thou shalt see the foole a knauish spiall Shake off the lowse that hangs vpon thy cloathes And hate the swearer that is full of oathes The ru●ian 〈◊〉 by and the rascall flye But loue the vertuous valiant and the kinde Looke towards heauen and let the world go bye And make thy body subiect to thy minde How ere thou winkest be not wilfull blinde But looke into the glory of that grace That makes the faithfull spit in sathans face Confound the diuell with the word of God Looke to thy soule it is the speciall part And loue the life that death hath ouer●rod And to thy Sauiour wholly giue thy hart Who saues his seruants from ●fernall smart And when thy greatest sorrow doth assail● thee Trust in his mercie that will ●er faile thee Mine owne deare sonne I am no deepe diuine But what my God hath taught me that I teach thee Beseeching him to blesse that soule of thine That no illusion euer ouerreach thee Nor wilfull sinne of lacke of grace imp●ach thee Nor faithlesse thought may euer so deface thee But that his mercie euer will embrace thee But for my notes of natures obseruation● By long experience to my paines reuealed Where truths cōstructiōs made those 〈◊〉 That too much proofe hath for assurance 〈◊〉 Which priuate care hath from the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To thee my sonne and for thy good I hope I do this casket of my Iewels ope Esteeme them richer then a masse of gold And part not with them for a world of wealth For such a treasure is not to be sold As is both for the soule and bodies health Then leaue them not vnto vnworthy 〈◊〉 But in thy bosome locke them as their 〈◊〉 Till good occasion bid thee 〈◊〉 the● 〈◊〉 And when thou find● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 minde And leads thee to the ground 〈◊〉 of thy good Go forward still and further seeke to finde How best the substance may be vnderstood That after purging breeds the liuely blood And thou shalt feele such pleasure in thy paine As idle spirits haue no power to gaine And ere I grow too fast vnto an end Let me a litle furthermore aduise thee Be carefull in affecting of a friend Least subtill kindnesse cunningly surprise thee And let thus