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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
nature_n	age_n	youth_n	youthful_a	108	3	10.7986	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18370	Nocturnall lucubrations: or Meditations divine and morall Whereunto are added epigrams and epitaphs: written by Rob: Chamberlain of Exeter Colledge in Oxford.	Chamberlain, Robert, b. 1607.	1638 (1638)	STC 4945; ESTC S104928	14,937	126

alwayes observes the censuring murmur of idle people shall never let the suspected blush depart from his cheeke A malevolent mind is like a boystrous sea tumbling in the swelling billowes of indignation till dire revenge sets it in a conceited liberty and never till then is it lockt in the griping gins of soule tormenting captivity Devilish is that disposition which to wait an opportunity of revenge will seeme to rake up its malice in the cinders of oblivion but when the time serves will not stick to give fire to the whole heap of its hell-bred mischiefe It is a prodigious thing to see a devilish disposition put on a godly face and loathed basenesse cloath'd with a scarfe of unstained purity The Suns eye never saw the man that lived not under the controuling hand of Fate Many gaze on the glorious out-side of a Princes diadem but few consider the tempestuous affaires that doe environ it Hope of remedy and continuance of griefe should be both of one length when hope of remedy is past grief should make an end Too much to lament a misery is the next way to draw on a remedilesse mischiefe Bootlesse griefe hurts a mans selfe but patience makes a jest of an injury Hee that is indebted to Grief let him borrow of Patience and he shall soone be out of debt Patience rides it out in the most boysterous stormes of adversity and is armour of proofe against the thick flying bullets of the most malicious assaults Where the scale of sensuality waighs down that of reason the basenes of our nature conducts us to most preposterous conclusions It is a madnesse to be much affected with vanity for though in youth we neither doe nor will consider it yet in the end the winter of age comes and with the besome of time sweeps away the summer of our youthfull follies Quicquid Sol oriens quicquid occidens Novit caeruleis Oceanus fretis Quicquid vel veniens vel fugiens lavat Aetas Pegaseo corripiet gradu Senec. in Troade Opinion is the soveraigne mistresse or rather the sole Midwife of either good or bad effects It is not fit for an● man though never so miserable to despair of his own future good hap for many are the events that lie in the teeming wombe of Time Ill words bewray foule thoughts but sweet behaviour is the index of a vertuous mind Praecipitis linguae comes est poenitentia Labour in good things is sweet in the issue but pleasure in evill things turns to a torment Faire words without good deeds to a man in misery are like a saddle of gold clapt upon the back of a gall'd horse A foolish man in wealth and authority is like a weake timberd house with too pondrous a roofe Heaven without earth is perfect but earth without heaven is but the porch of hell There are no riches like to the sweetnesse of content nor no poverty comparable to the want of patience I have read of the Hart that he weeps every yeare for the shedding of his head though the loosing of the old be the way to make roome for a better So is it with worldlings they weep to part with any thing here though it be for never so great a treasure hereafter though no lesse a matter than the eternall joyes of heaven crown the end of faith and good works yet that i vende totum quod habes redde pauperibus is such a durus sermo that it makes them block up their eares against the wisest Charmer The Hart likewise when he sees himself taken by the hounds or other devise will shed teares thinking thereby to intenerate the hearts of the hunters and move them to pitty or else because he sees himselfe irrecoverably catcht So every true penitent whens hee sees himselfe overtaken by the wiles of Satan should never stop his tears till he sees his owne blessed recoverie out of the clawes of the devill for he that is on high keeps our tears in his bottle and though his tender mercy will not presse upon a broken heart yet he is alwayes pleased to see a sorrowfull soule baptize himself in the trickling drops of repentant dew He that consults with his body for the saving of his soule shall never bring it to heaven If we hope to reape in joy we must sow in teares He that stands up against the vices of great Ones had need to be treble guarded with Law Friends and Authority The longer we live the more misery we endure life is like a span forc'd frō a gouty hand the more the hand is extented the more paine it suffers Supposed goodnesse by the blab of time will have her close basenesse set upon the scaffold of publique shame The fierce flash of too violent fire soon burns out it selfe The old proverb saith Faire and softly goes far but he that spurs too fast tires betimes It is a wise mans part in a case of extremity with patience to swallow down the bitter potion of indignity Harsh reproof is like a violent storme soone washt down the channell but friendly admonitions like a small showre pierce deep and bring forth better reformation A wise man will digest with patience the sad tidings of calamity when a foole by grumbling at a crosse hurts himselfe Life is a continuall march towards the grave and a dangerous sailing towards death through the bellowing waves of a troublesome world Labitur omnis homo momento extinguimur uno Namque oleo lampas deficiente perit Within the very crown that adornes the sacred temples of a King death hath his lurking den Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede Pauperum tabernas regumque turres Horat. A willing mind is able to steer a man against the streame of the strongest impediments Neither the shot of Accidēt nor dart of Chance penetrates the impregnable walls of a resolved Patience Love when his links are once crackt turns to the so wrest and most dismall Hate Sordid manners in a comely feature are like black clouds in a faire sky Outward perfection without inward goodnesse sets but the blacker die upon the minds deformity If the hand of Omnipotency should please to try us with all manner of affliction to lock us in the griping gins of misery to steep us in the dregs of poverty to rain down shame and defamation on our heads we are to fly onely in this depth of extremity to the safe sanctuarie of faith a good conscience which turne the bitter waters of affliction into the sweet Nectar of never dying comfort Goodness with a smiling patience shakes off the dust that is throwne in the face of her despised fortune Teares and smiles are not alwaies the badges of grief and patience There is no anger or sorow like to that which boyls with a constrained silence Thoughts tending to ambition are alwayes wont to plot unlikely wonders It is the easiest thing in the world to be invective and amongst all sorts of men none are so quick