Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	anger_n	lord_n	slow_a	2,036	5	9.7827	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20788	The royall guest: or, A sermon preached at Lent Assises, anno Dom. M.DC.XXXVI. at the cathedrall of Sarum being the first Sunday of Lent, before Sr. Iohn Finch and Sr. John Denham His Majesties justices of assise. By Thomas Drant of Shafton in com. Dorset.	Drant, Thomas, b. 1601 or 2.	1637 (1637)	STC 7165; ESTC S109882	20,792	38

nor those bow nor tother blush the Word is a hammer to breake this rock a peeces a fire to melt it into softnesse a rod to make waters of penitence gush out from it Men stop their eares like the Adder the One they couch to the ground ramme into it store of covetous dirt the Other they close up with their winding tale fill it with carols and rounds of lust Even these Serpents have beene charm'd by the Word 't is heavenly incantations have undeaft them they have danced to the pipe of the Gospell the silver bels of Aaron have ravisht them out of their selves and now no musick to the sweet songs of Sion how unfruitfull a soile is mans soule how barren a peece of earth till the Word distills as the dew upon it and than O the happy fruits of a few drops is the heart malitious no knee can beg a pardon of it as soone wee may calme the Sea when all the windes are in an uproare is it covetous no balme can supple it to pittie none art extract a mite from it is it ambitious and will we stay its careere as well we may stop the lightning is it factious all the harmony of Heaven cannot sing it into peace is it fruitlesse as soone we may plow the waters and expect a crop thence is it hard what meanes can mollifie it what oile here what vineger there Behold the Word drops as the raine upon it as the small raine upon the tender herbe and as the showers upon the grasse straight this flint softens into flesh these jars kisse in a sweet concord this rough Ocean doth cease to rage that Gilboah is cloath'd in Greene where but now no blade was not a leafe of grasse to apparell it as if a new soule were breath'd into him such a change is in the whole man quantum mutatus ab illo Zacheus is mercifull Paul tame as a lambe Ahab puts sackcloth upon his flesh Felix trembles like an Aspen leafe Peter taken from the nets doth catch a thousand and a thousand soules at a draught nay the world is won to the faith not by the Sages of Aegypt but the refuse of Iury the Rabbies with these with those the Magi are master'd by them the words of Fishermen are reade saith Augustine but the necks of Oratours are subdu'd that Romane Chieftaine might not more boast his veni vidi vici than they they conquer'd as many nations as they saw not Ore gladij with the edge of the sword this can but gash the flesh at most make a gappe for the soule to step out at but gladio oris the keene blade of the Word which divides betweene the soule and the spirit no other weapon can pierce so deepe not that fiery one with which the Cherubins kept the passage of Paradice not a heart within these wals but GOD now knocks at it by this Word though not by this onely for Secondly GOD knocks by His Mercies His Mercies A theame for Angels to descant on the sweetest Attribute of the Deitie the alone object of His delight Heaven were as Hell without it and all approach to His Throne Death whom would not Majesty swallow up did not mercy temper it we are consumed with His fires as He is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a Capitoll of justice but we slie into His bosome as He is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 an Asylum of mercy and the best Sanctuary Hee is nay joyes to be so Tully speakes it of himselfe and take him as the Embleme of a good judge Partes lenitatis misericordi aeque semper egi libenter gravitatis severitatisque personam non appetivi I willingly acted the parts of mildnesse the bent of my nature was this way the Publique good is at stake and the dignity of the Empire to be rescued when I put on the person of severity if GOD strike as our sinnes may force a weapon into His hands He stiles it a strange worke a strange Act Austerity is no consort of His no familiar little acquaintance He hath with it nor glories He to have any etiam justissimis paenis illachrymat as Suetonius of Vespatian he doom'd not to the most just punishment with drie cheekes not like that bloodie Massalla who in one day having strooke off foure thousand heads so Valerius reckons them vaunts it among those piles of carkasses 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O Act worthy a King no such tyrannie in our GOD of whom all the heavenly Coiristers chaunt it and let us beare a part with them The LORD is gratious and full of compassion slow to anger and of great mercie the LORD is good to all and His tender mercies are above all His workes what above all His workes that starry roofe over our heads and those millions of tapers which burne there this pavement of thy workmanship O LORD we tread on every the least inch of it the whole earth is full of thy goodnesse but doth it reach to that height which to looke on tires the eye by the way that pretious vault wherewith thou hast walled in this inferiour globe Heaven is high nine hundred miles upwards say some five hundred yeares journey say others who have calculated curiously is thy Mercy so can it ore-top this Pyramid He who said it could speake it without an Hyperbole Thy mercy O LORD is in the Heavens Psal. 36. it than equals them for site here but it transcends them there is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 now Thy mercy is great above the heavens Psal. 108. the whole world is a huge to me and volume of these mercies a large Map of them an Abstract and Epitome of all was one Israel they were abrig'd into that litle table one Iacob his portion we have their catalogue drawne up by Moses He kept him as the Apple of his eye he bore him on his wings as an Eagle he gave him the increase of the fields he made him suck honey out of the rocke fed him with butter of kine and milke of sheepe with fat of Lambs and Rams of the breed of Bashan May I speake it to the conscience of every one here who hath not tasted and seene that the LORD is good Psal. 34. 8. whom amongst vs hath He not drawne with the coards of men the bands of love as He did his Owne in Hosea we sit every man under his own vine and beake our selves in the Sun-shine of an Halcion peace the red sea of warre is dried to our feet nor see we the garments roul'd in blood we eate the finest of the wheate flower our presses burst with new wine our garners are full of store our bones of marrow our bellies of GODS hid treasures our vines hang full of clusters our meadowes shoote up their grasse our vallies are covered over with corne they shoote for joy and sing we cannot say as the Prince of the Apostles silver