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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
master_n	begin_v	love_n	zion_n	17	3	11.0874	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57205	Jeremiah's contemplations on Jeremiah's lamentations, or, Englands miseries matcht with Sions elegies being described and unfolded in five ensuing sceanes / by Jeremiah Rich.	Rich, Jeremiah, d. 1660?	1648 (1648)	Wing R1342; ESTC R28101	36,790	94

lashes therefore can Another looke for safetie Shall Heavens Child Be lost be lasht rejected and revil'd Of the worlds Peacocks and shalt not thou A sinner feele the furrowes of his brow See how their Land 's defac'd their Wives defil'd How Famine kills and brings the hungry Child To his untimely grave whose friends are lost Virgins are ravisht new borne Infants tost Upon the souldiers Speares the women ript Up great with Child and so the Babe is stript From th' Bed of his Creation Elders lyes Having Deaths prospect in their aged eyes Imbracing lowly Earth with teares to trave A little favour to finde out their Grave See while their Citie burnes their eyes are drown'd In streames of flowing 〈◊〉 they doe abound In fulnesse yet have wane oh aske not why They long for life and yet they wish to die The tend'rest love is mixed now with hate They 're full of people yet are desolate They have some pleasure yet it ●s but paine Their gaine is losse and yet their losse is gaine For from the thirtie Verse of this third Chapter Our eares sometimes may drinke a heav'nly rapture From the harmonious Spheres which even then Dropt downe these Elegies from the Prophets pen And tells the world that Heav'n takes no delight To over-turne a mortall from his right On Earth it is his wicked sinfull wayes That brings in Death to cut his short-liv'd dayes Thus Love is mixt with anger sweets with sowre Joy midst of sorrow weaknesse matcht with powre Honey is mingled with our poys'ned gall Love with our Lashers Love's the cause of all Love 's in our labour Love is in our losse Love weares the Crowne and Love must beare the Crosse Love makes our Union Love's in our division Love's our direction Love 's in our derision Love's in prosperitie Loves in disaster Love is our servant and yet Love 's our Master Love seemes to be a foe yet Love 's a friend Love did begin our woes and Love will end Our dismall dangers Love commenc'd the fray And Love will turne our Night to shining Day Our Land had been too too unfortunate Like ruin'd Sion but that Love doth wait Upon the hand of Justice and is Crown'd Love gives a Salve when Justice gives a Wound What need we then grudge at Calamitie What is Mortalitie to Eternitie Since our best actions are but gilded ayre And words are wav'ring winde is it so rare For us to suffer trouble doe we merit With our Rebellion that we should inherit The Palace of high Glory and not thinke That Me … s eyes will shut Love somtimes winks To trie our p●rchas'd Graces and to know Our best of carriage in the worst of woe But what 's the cause then that the Proph●t here In the tumultuous stormes of trembling feare Doth pray against his foes what is it well To crie our worst of enemies downe to Hell Yea it is well not as they are to us Disquiet hatefull base malicious For here in stead of soes they are our friends While they conduct us to our journeyes ends The best and neerest way and then our brest Doth more imbrace that undisturbed rest In swelling soft eternitie beside Our strength of faith could not so well be try'd As by the force of envie but as he Which is our foe is Heavens enemie We ought to beg for his soone dissolution For his conversion or for his confusion Even so let them all perish let each foe O Lord be dasht with one one finall blow From thine Almightie Arme as thou hast made Them moving shadowes so much like a shade Let them soone vanish let thine enemies die And be forgot like their loath'd memorie And then oh then when the world shall behold The Drosse is purged from the purest Gold Which once was intermingled then each knee Shall bow unto thy sacred Majestie With lowly adoration and thy Name Shall be exalted with eternall fame And with a low incomparable grace Thy Saints shall sing in thy most holy place Those ravisht Halelujahs though we here Doe bathe our silent bosomes with a teare CHAP. IV. Verse 1. HOw dull's the finest Gold how quickly dim Is the bright Glory of that Diadem That once adorn'd Jerusalems Browes in State Where is the King the Priest and Potentate Her Priests do faint and in each corner swound Those orient Pearles are scatt'red on the ground As if they were most needlesse high and low Doe all fall blasted to compleat our woe 2 Where are those Noble Worthies Fame presents Sonnes of high honour Natures ornaments And Sions glory in whose serious eye Knowledge was seated in high Majestie To judge each loose offender Ah me may Such Clouds of Thunder now be Clods of Clay Can the high Potter make such Vessels poore Away vaine honour and delude no more 3 Is Love and Nature banisht and exil'd Can the fond Mother once forget her Child She can and will she does Oh wondrous strange How doth the Glory of Jerusalem change The carelesse Ostridge and the swinish Bore The poys'nous Dragon and the Lyons rose For lack of food yet give their young the brest But Famine lulls these Babes to endlesse rest 4 Alas poore Babe why doth thy dying soule Strive to live longer and thy heart controule Deaths summons to the grave whose ashie hand Shall passe thy soule into the promis'd Land His tongue is parcht with thirst he cannot speake He would implore some Bread but none wil breake It to his pining soule at last his eye Is clos'd in slumbring endlesse Lullaby 5 How is our labour Alchymiz'd to losse How is our Gold and Silver turn'd to drosse How is our Beautie metamorphos'd how Doth furious Famine furrow up our brow He that did feed in Silver dranke in Gold Now starv'd for hunger almost pin'd with Cold And she that once could boast of honor'd birth Lyes now imbracing of her Mother Earth 6 And is there nor a Cause oh wretched wee That we are follow'd with Calamitie Are not our sinnes more great then Sodomes Cryes Which pierc'd the Ayre and fill'd the Azure Skyes With Clouds of dreadfull Thunder Goods and Names In the descending and aspiring flames Were burnt to ashes in a hastie howre By the Almighties unresisted powre 7 Those comely Nazarites whose lovely faces Resembled Snow inricht with am'rous graces Of uncontroubled Love and were more red Then polisht Saphir on whose hoarie head Were threds of tangled Gold in stead of haire Where Love united Art Neglect and Care Love Art and Beautie Honour Grace and Wit Were the indowments of a Nazarite 8 How quickly are they blasted even now Deformitie hangs lurking on that brow That was a while so faire now black as coales Pin'd with the anguish of their hungry soules Love is deformed Grace is unregarded Wisdome despised Honour unrewarded Their skin is with'ted now the Nazarite he Is a black embleme of Deformitie 9 There are degrees in Death yet all doe tend To usher man unto his