Selected quad for the lemma: judgement_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
judgement_n	error_n	law_n	writ_n	2,710	5	9.4811	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09545	The glasse of time, in the two first ages. Diuinely handled, by Thomas Peyton, of Lincolnes Inne, Gent	Peyton, Thomas, 1595-1626.	1620 (1620)	STC 19824; ESTC S114595	86,637	182

proceede With fearefull Evah and her timerous seede Her naked husband that himselfe excuz'd And said his wife his loue had much abuz'd O silly woman to be thus beguil'd Gods iudgement on Euah In sorrow now that shalt bring forth thy child A hard conception with an extreme paine Sick loathsome vomits at my hands shall gaine Thy husband now shall ouerrule thee still Thy fond desires bee subiect to his will A constant loue shall hardly once be found Within the brest of any on this ground And from this day the most of all vnkind Fickle vncertaine as the wauering wind Tost too and fro with euery blast that blowes Entangled straight with gawdy curious shewes That most of you your husbands will forsake A golden bribe or licorish thing to take Heauens glorious iudge to Adam also said Gods iudgement on Adam Because thy wife thou hast an I doll made To trace her steps which leade to deadly sin Thou dost but now to feele thy woe begin Curst is the earth and curst is for thy sake The fruite thereof accursed will I make In great vexation extreme labour paine Toyle sweate and dust thou shalt much sorrow gaine The earth henceforth shall now no more endure Vnlesse thou till and much her sides manure And when thou think'st thy barnes top full to fill Thy Vintage stor'd with plenty at thy will In monstrous Mows to pile a wondrous heape Then thistles thornes instead thereof thou'lt reape Much like the beast which on his belly feedes Soe shalt thou liue by hearbs and garden seedes Till thou returne vnto the earth againe And that therein thy limbs all cold be laine This is the mother that thy body nurst Out from the same thou taken wast at first Sorrow and sicknesse shall thy body burne For dust thou art to dust thou shalt returne O heauenly God heere is a iudgement past Throughout this world eternally to last No writ of errour can the same reuoke When as the words by thine owne mouth are spoke Heere is a sentence with a sacred seale No inhibition can thy law repeale Nor all the tricks deuises subtill shifts Of greedy Lawyers with their bribes and gifts Can once dissolue a knot so surely knit With all their braines and cunning peeuish wit But that the same for euermore must stand A iust decree by heauens diuinest hand Drawne vp aboue in Eden ratified With all the Angels in the world beside And all the powers of firmament and all To this decree consented at thy call Heauens deerest Babe whose fame shall perish neuer Hath with his bloud confirm'd the same for euer The Register that vp this order drew Tempus veritas ear descriptio Was Time it selfe clad all in Azure blew Wing'd like an Angel shadowed with a vaile And Truth his Daughter bearing vp his traile Nobly attended with a Lady kind More quick and nimble then the swift foote hinde Within his mouth a lofty Trumpe doth stand And a sharpe sith or sickle in his hand A glasse of sand continually that runs Within his way no liuing thing he shuns Lock't long before his head behind all bald To shew what 's past can neuer be recal'd O Time preseruer of all ages past How are mens eyes on all thy actions cast Thou shouldst be true and constant in thy course Why should base gold thy mind to ill inforce Allure thy sence and reasons temporize Alter an order daube vp both thine eyes When God the King and all the Lords decree A Iudgement iust to all eternitee In open court pronounce the same at large Commit it safe to thy sole care and charge Yet for a bribe within thy griping fist Thou l't ad substract and set downe what thou list Princes and peeres graue Iudges of the Land Let euer Iustice in your actions stand Looke well to time for time it selfe doth call It may deceiue and goe beyond you all Dispatch the poore and heare the widdowes cause Let not the Orphant perish by your lawes The Innocent is oftentimes vndone But in defending of a sute begun By mighty foes that ouer dares his youth And lies suggest instead of naked truth Then is he posted too and froin hast His life lands liuing all he hath to wast And neuer left so long as worth a groate His weary limbs oft times in prison rot All by delayes when golden angels houer Within the fist of euery seruile louer That but attends and comes before your face By bribing liues vnto your foule disgrace O to be sway'd with euery glistring fee This is iniustice in the worst degree But you are wise to you a word is more Then all the workes to this day kept in store Can be to those that little vnderstand And more respect some feeling in their hand Trace that great God in all your actions out Let him be still to bring the day about Your only starre sole leuell and your square The seuerall frames of all your works to reare But you are men your memories may faile Let not your seruants set your worth to saile Iustice and Mercy Time and all for gold ' Gainst Natures lawes outright are bought and sold And why should man thus to base bribing fall There is a God which takes account of all And oftentimes what by the diuill is got Vnder his feete he treades it till it rot And yet what reason haue we to complaine When England thou hast got the richest gaine Iacobus Rex The deerest treasure and the welcom'st fee That euer any land attain'd but thee A royall King deriued from the race Of Edens Monarch in her greatest grace Within whose face true Maiesty doth shine Iustice and Mercy in his browes combine His temples chast with lawrell boughes are wreathed The sacred Muses in his brest haue breathed Vpon his head three famous crownes do stand Gods deerest booke is euer in his hand Whose Angels still his person hath protected And all his daughters him for King elected Too weake alas I must my selfe confesse O that my Muse could but his worth expresse Though in this place I doe but giue a glance Of that which after in my worke may chance His fame renowne shall euer flourish greene Sire to a Prince and father to a Queene So shall the fame of his illustrious sonne Carolus Princeps Mount vp the aire in Phoebus chariot run About the earth on euery side shall sound As far as Eden and the Indian ground And still his Glory all the world shall passe And be ingrauen in monuments of brasse That Time for euer shall his worth adorne The greatest prince that euer yet was borne Braue Prince of peace from heauen it selfe descended How hath this land beene by thy birth befriended To haue a spirit of such noble wit heereafter sway within her lap to sit When England thou maist ioy delight and court thee Vnder his wings maist sit thee downe and sport thee Sollace thy labours with a glad content

lights the world vnder heauens starry Campe The Vertues which within thy brest were bred Shall neare be stained by any viperous head So long as Fame can sound thy glorious worth Chast Paragon the richest Iem on Earth Take all the Ladies breathing on this Ball The sweetest fac't the noblest borne and all The famous Queenes and Monarchs of the World Which on the wheele of Fortnne haue beene hurld That euer liu'd vpon this earthly frame Now gone and past too infinite to name The saints themselues and all the blessed troope Those that now liue within heauens burnisht hoope Though thou art blam'd as Author of their fall Yet art thou still the mother to them all Like to the Vine so is thy fruitfull Wombe Psal 128. 3. Simile Thy speech more sweet then is the honey combe Thy Breath all pure which from thy lips comes out Thy Browes impalde with Chastnesse round about From thee at first were peopled euery land Like O liue Plants thy tender Infants stand simile About thy Table in a seemely sort To ouer-ioy and make thee gladsome sport But why should I runne farther in thy praise Vpon Fames wings thy liuing name to raise Blazing thy parts maintaining of thee still And fowle detraction aymes to worke thy ill Aye to deface thy modest speeches pure With scandals vile for euer to endure When as thy worth exceeds the learnedst thought That by thy meanes into the world is brought And still the Truth conuinceth brings to light The actions false obscurd in enuyes night 1. Cor. 3. 12. Dissolues to naught the morter made of clay The buildings fram'd of stubble trash and hay The good from bad the sheepe from wolues doth seuer And brands the diuell in his false tongue for euer And yet we see the sacred Truth not free From viperous tongues gnawne in the worst degree simile Taxt oftentimes and squeesed like a Spunge By Romish Tygers at her sides that hunge Inuerting stretching construing all her words With error falshood damned wayes and girds Chaste vertuous Eue now she is past and dead The Serpents seed must breake the Womans seed But in the heauens th' eternall God of powre At Iustice barre will on their faces lowre And on their heads thunder his iudgements downe When Eue shall stand adorned with a Crowne Then shall their actions in his dradfull ire Be purged all and tride as gold i' th fire The wickeds words their enuious tong hath spake To her disgrace shall make them yearne and quake And in the end the sword shall iust diuide The good from those which haue her worth belide Whose feet shall totter on hels fatall wheele And headlong downe to damned diuels shall reele Whilst Eue shall sit triumphant on the skies Viewing their fall hearing their moanes and cryes Ioying to see the sacred Truth preuaile Her meaning clear'd her foes to weepe and waile And yet deare Eue I must not leaue thee there But bring thee downe more children for to beare If but with one thou hadst begun and ended Yet had the World beene by thy meanes befriended But to replenish with thy fruitfull spawne From Sols first rising where his teame doth dawne The totall earth on euery side and round Here is a loue the like was neuer found Within the brest of any woman kind Our thoughts hearts actions all our zeale to bind In true deuotion to thy reuerent name Much to admire so sweet a noble Dame When thy first child into the world was borne Straight he began to take delight in Corne In large possessions working vp the soyle Neare Paradise with painfull labour toyle Tilling the ground and planting of the graine His name thereby was fitly called Cain Whilst thou againe conceiu'st a second child A sweet borne babe of countenance more mild And after that about some threescore more Of sons and daughters which thy body bore All nurst by thee after their timely birth To fill the world and people all the earth Thus with thy husband in that arbour'd Tent Thou spentst thy dayes in wondrous great content In true Religion Sacrifices Rites Such as thy heart vnto thy God indites Ioying in him and he againe in thee The sweetest life that euer eye could see When as together in your children small You trayne them vp on Edens God to call And teach them yong by your owne steps allure Them to all good chaste honest actions pure The golden ground the heauenly starre and guide From which but few do euer after slide Happy thrice happy are those children borne A crowne of Glory shall their browes adorne Whose infant yeares are by their parents first With the pure milke of true Religion nurst In riper dayes when blustring blasts assaile The mountaines high that ouertops the dale Their Faith stands firme as fixt vpon a Rocke Not easly stird by euery wauing shocke But constant bides most permanent and sure The assaults of Sathan strongly to endure In Elder Time when Age doth threaten death At latest gaspe euen when our vitall breath Begins to faile in hastning on our end And kinsfolks friends vpon vs all attend With sad lamenting discontented eyes To see our Soule how vp to heauen it flies Forsakes the Earth willing the world to lose Incombred with a thousand cares and woes That in this life dayly attend the sheepe Vntill with Christ aboue the clouds they keepe O then the comfort sweet delight and ioyes When all things else seems to their sense but toyes There the good shepheard in his armes embraceth All those that loue him wondrously he graceth With this kinde welcome Come ye blessed Soules Come drinke the Nectar kept in Christall bowles Eate this Ambrosia as a sacred token That for thy sin my body once was broken Receiue heauens crowne th' eternall kingdome kept For all those Saints which from the world haue slept But soft my Muse what makst thou now aboue Out of this world thus on a sudden moue Adam to leaue his fruitfull wife and all His pleasures ioyes and both his children small Euen in the spring and glory of their birth Weary of all thus to forsake the Earth As if thou tookst more pleasure true delight Within the heauens then in their sinfull sight Stay yet a while and as thou hast begun So to the end thy course directly run Leaue them not thus O do not now surcease Till thou hast brought them to their graues in Peace Shew all their liues the chiefe of euery thing Their Crosses Griefes do thou diuinely sing But yet at first tell how in louing sort The Brothers liu'd and made their Parents sport Those that long time without a childe haue beene And neuer issue of their owne haue seene But without kindred friends and those which may With some content succeed at latter day If these I say when least of all they thought Should children haue so fortunately brought To prittle prattle euery word by chance And vp and downe about the house