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
A53202	Odes and elogies upon divine and moral subjects	Killigrew, Henry, 1613-1700.	1698 (1698)	Wing O137; ESTC R26893	21,400	84

of Faith to fight Adult'ry Murder are the common Facts A Vulgar Sinner daily acts Exploits of greater Moment and Effect He from his Heroes does expect Not only by their Lives that they deny But by their Words and Pens a Deity That they invalid and disgrace The sacred Writ that holds with Men so high a Place That makes Distinction between Good and Bad Fools terms Wise and Wisemen Mad 'T is this Religious Mormoes does sustain And Hells Endeavours renders vain For what Men idly teach All that is seen a God does preach As Air and Earth were other Sermons mute Them we'd dispise and not confute Ne'er feare tho' Tellescopes discry A spot i' th' Sun or unknown Star i' th' Sky That God they 'll ever shew unto a Mortal Eye V. IN vain we hope for Peace While against Heaven we war Blessings expect when Sins encrease And what we beg our selves debar We use the Psalmists Words in vain In this our State provoke when we complain Will the Lord's Anger always burn His Favour will it ne'er return His Mercy has he quite forgot And will he never From out his Book Transgressions blot But cast us off for ever God at no time is slow to hear To Contrite Souls to lend an Ear Their Supplications does not slight Or in their Miseries delight From him all Cruelty's removed far And Men alone Obdurate are We think that Months and Years we wait His Pleasure to redress our State Deplore his long protracted stay When in truth 't is We delay And God it is that does attend Till we reform our Lives and impious Ways amend If this were done no more wou'd need Blessings from Heav'n wou'd come with winged Speed Psal. xc 10. The days of our Age are Threescore years and Ten. I. WHen David old Barzillai did invite To share with him the Glorys and Delight The Pomp and Affluence that did await His new recover'd Throne and State Says he Thy Servant fourscore Years has pass't And can I longer what 's Delicious taste The Voice of Singing Men or Women hear It more becomes my present Care To cast an Eye upon my Grave and End Than to Pleasures now pretend More for a Tomb than for a Court prepare II. THe Old as little Relish find In youthful Pleasure As dying Men do at the News of Treasure Or those that hood wink 't are or Blind In what is Fair To them the Object is as 't were not there When on the Beautiful the Aged look Straightway without Delight They drop their Sight And by its Charms are no way strook When loud at Triumphs are the Peoples Voice With Feasting Bells and Bonfires all rejoyce Calmly they their Sense express Bless the God that does them bless All beside this to them is Irksomness And 't were not much if such were all The Evils which old Age befall Sharp Pains do also them attack Their Board afflictive makes their Bed a Rack III. YEt as a Blessing Men old Age do prize And justly tho' infirm 't is also wise It is not captivated with the sight Of evr'y Toy but judges right What others dote on can despise When it contests with Aches or the Stone Under Infirmities or Years does grone It is but like the Pain A Prisoner does sustain When they his Gyves unlock The Bolts to free him rudely from him knock A Glorious Jubile he sees is near And Death is welcom 'cause he after it does nothing fear But if that Men grow old in Sin Sad indeed 's the State they are in Beside the Burden under which they lye There 's always standing in their Eye The Horrors of a sad Eternity Boaz and Ruth I. WHen Boaz 'mong his Reapers came And lovely Ruth did gleaning see She seem'd an Angel in his Eyes Clad in a mean and mortal Guise Astonish'd in no low degree He ask't the Damzels Name And being told With Joy he her no less than Wonder did behold For tho by Face she was unknown Her near Alliance he did own And long before she came Lowd was the Trumpet of her Fame These things he gladly understood Tho Love alone supply'd both Fame and Blood He gave the Reapers charge To let her range the Field at large And no way her reproach Tho on the bound-up Sheavs she did encroach But rather purposly let fall Handfuls of Ears For in his Heart he wish't her All. II. HIs Speech he next did to her self address After the most obliging wise A Virtuous Passion cou'd devise And Love and Bounty both express Damsel say'd he glean not elswhere You shall be always welcome here Strict Command on all l 'ave lay'd That high regard to you be pay'd And when you are with Heat opprest Where to refresh and be at rest These Maids will show Surpriz'd she was and bowed low For Boaz 'mong the Great Ones had a Name The sense of such unlook't for Grace Flush't in her sweet and modest Face And 'bove her Words declar'd her highest Aim Was but his humble Handmaid to be known If yet so proud a Title she might own When Evening came she gladly bore To Naomi her gather'd store A homely Load you 'll say for One so Faire And who deserv'd much more to weare A Robe of Ermins and a Crown But Royal Ensigns tho of high Renown May not with Filial Piety compare III. HEaring the Progress Ruth had made Naomi worship't And then said Our gloomy Days begin to clear Our Sorrows draw unto an end We have no longer Cause to fear Altho the Good is small Which doth to us befal Compared with the Glorious Work which God does more intend By a Prophetick Ray I see I see the Blessed Day Moab and Ammon will no more Baal Moloch Ashteroth adore But Israel's God obey Abra'm will Lot a Second time redeem Here to adore she then again did seem And Daughter say'd observe what I appoint In Iordan bath and cleanse away the Soyl Contracted by your late incessant Toyl With precious Oyl your self Anoint Adorn you in your best Attire That Nature may with Grace conspire Till we do all we can our selves Effect Divine Assistance vainly we expect Boaz will shortly hold his Harvest Feast Where you will be a bright and shining Guest Keep still your natural modest Mien Most meek when Beauty's most Imperious seen This your Excellence will show When that which All admire your self you do not know IV. UPon the solemn Feasting Day First Boaz did the Temple's Dutys pay And then to all that Genial was gave way The Threshing-floor did loudly ring While on Cymbals some did play to Timbrels others sing The good of all the Land was there What ever fruitful Canaan bears With gen'rous Wine the Cups went round The loaded Tables did abound With Fatlings of the Earth and Air And there not only Plenty was but Wit Or something that did pass for it The Room did reel with harmless Rural Mirth While some applauded others gave it birth