Selected quad for the lemma: power_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
power_n	earth_n	glory_n	heaven_n	10,298	5	5.2882	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19909	A scourge for paper-persecutors. Or Papers complaint, compil'd in ruthfull rimes, against the paper-spoylers of these times. / By I.D. With a continu'd iust inquisition of the same subiect, fit for this season. Against paper-persecutors. By A.H.; Scourge of folly. Selections	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.; Holland, Abraham, d. 1626. Continued inquisition against paper-persecutors.; Hartwell, Abraham, b. 1553, attributed name.	1625 (1625)	STC 6340; ESTC S109362	11,598	36

speake it would commend Such toward workes as towards it doe bend And praise beyond the Moone their muddy Braine That builds with mudde to sport the wind and raine Plato and Socrates the Mason free With Stone and Lime built too substantially And Aristotle like a musing foole Would lay no stone without good Reasons rule What boot such BVILDINGS to weare Ages out A goodly peece of Worke it is no doubt Ifaith ifaith their Wits were much misled To build for others now themselues are dead The wind may now goe whistle while it will These waighty workes for all that stand doe still The Raine by soaking showres may fall amaine Yet sure they stand for all such Showres of raine Yea let all Weathers ioyne their force in one They all vnable are to stirre one stone A mischiefe on the Fooles what did they meane To waste their Braines and make their Bodies leane To profit others which they neuer knew And build for Sots which after should ensue Who gape vpon it with great admiration But dare not stirre a foot from the foundation Ye neede not feare to climbe the worke is sure Else could it not so many Ages dure And if a Flaw be found through Builders blame Now mother-wit some say can mend the same And sith ye haue such stedfast footing there And yet will sink through sloath or faint through feare O Heau'ns increase your faith and make it strong For ye through weakenesse doe your wisdomes wrong The Soule of Man is like that Powre Diuine That in himselfe all wisdome doth conteine Which Simily in Wisdomes facultie Doth hold or else there is no Simily Mans Reason if stird vp can mount as hie As Soules themselues and they to heauen can flie And from thence view what that Circumference Doth circumscribe if subiect vnto sence Homer though blinde yet saw with his Soules eie The Secret hid in deep'st Philosophie In State-affaires and in the high'st Designes All which he measures with immortall Lines Whereat we rather euer doe admire Than feele least feruour of his diuine fire What Country Marches Nauy nay what Hoast Yea what Mindes-motions both of man and Ghost Are by Him so exprest that he we wot Makes vs to see that he himselefe saw not His Illiads describes the Bodies worth The Minde his Odyssea setteth forth For which seau'n Citties stroue when he was gone Which of them all should hold him as their owne Then gentle Writers be not so imploid In writing euerlastingly vncloid And let your reason idle be the while Let Reason worke and spare your Writings toile Till by degrees she lifted hath your Spright Vnto the top of Humane-Wisdomes height And when ye haue aspir'd aboue your Sires Then write a Gods-name fill my Reames and Quires And with huge Volumes build a Babel Towre As high as Heau'n that shall the Heau'ns out-dure For your Sonnes Sonnes to climbe if so they please From Errors Flouds and Perturbations Seas And flatter nor alas O flatter not Your selues as wise for you are wide God wot And though ye knew what Aristotle holds Thinke not therefore your Braine all truth infolds For there are Truths beside the Truth of Truth That ne're came neere his Braine much lesse his mouth All which when Pow'rs of the Intelligence In their pursuit vse all their violence May well be apprehended though blacke Clouds Of vtter-darkenesse their abiding shrowds Which cannot be when Bounds are set to Wit In Plato his Plus Vltra toucht not yet Or Aristotles vtmost trauels reach Whose Muse made through the Marble Heau'ns a breach And past th' inferiour Orbes vntill he came Vnto the highest Spheare of that huge Frame That whoorles the lower with repugnant sway Yet had not power his mounting Muse to stay But it would pry into th' imperiall PLACE Where Glory sits enthron'd in greatest grace Yet these be not true Wisdomes Bounds whose scope Doe farre extend aboue the Heau'nly Cope And more profound than the infernall Deepe Heauen earth and Hell her Greatnesse cannot keepe And though such Wisdome properly with God And not with mortall men doth make abode Yet he imparts of his vnbounded grace So much as may Heau'n Earth and Hell imbrace With Contemplations Armes that all infold Whose vncomprised reach no limits hold But if through sloath those Armes be not extended In Earths Circumference then their Circuit's ended Novv you that seeke by wisdome to aspire With study impe the wings of your Desire And you thereby shall scale the highest Height Although your Mindes be clogd with Bodies weight So may ye grace me with eternall lines That compasse can and gage the deep'st Designes Omnia sapientibus facilia A CONTINVED INQVISITION against Paper-Persecutors By A. H. ANd shall it still be so norist more hard To repaire Pauls than to mend Pauls-Churchyard Shall still the Youths that walke the Middle-Ile To whet their stomacks before meales compile Their sudden volumes and be neuer barr'd From scattering their Bastards through the Yard Shall still such fopperie fill vp each Stall And neuer come to a due Funerall In so conuenient a place It is no wonder That Pauls so often hath beene strucke with Thunder T' was aimed at these Shops in which there lie Such a confused World of Trumpery Whose Titles each Terme on the Posts are rear'd In such abundance it is to be fear'd That they in time if thus they goe on will Not only Little but Great Britaine fill With their infectious Swarmes whose guilty sheetes I haue obserued walking in the streets Still lurking neere some Church as if hereby They had retired to a Sanctuarie For murdring Paper so as in old time Persons that had committed some foule crime Thus sau'd their liues Each driueling Lozel now That hath but seene a Colledge and knows how To put a number to Iohn Setons Prose Starts vp a sudden Muse-man and streight throws A Packe of Epigrams into the light Whose vndigested mish-mash would affright The very Ghost of Martiall and make Th'Authors of th'Anthologie to quake Others dare venter a diuiner straine And Rime the Bible whose foule Feet profane That holy ground that wise-men may decide The Bible ne're was more Apochryphide Than by their bold Excursions Bartas thee And thy Translatours I absolue thee free From this my imputation who in lines Deseruing to be studied by Diuines Didst maske thy Sacred Furie whose rare wit Did make the same another Holy Writ Who be it spoken to thy lasting praise Gau'st Sunday rayment to the Working Dayes Others that ne're search'd new borne Vice at all But the seuen deadly Sinnes in generall Drawne from the Tractate of some cloyster'd Frier Will needs write Satyrs and in raging fire Exasperate their sharpe Poeticke straine And thinke they haue toucht it if they raile at Spaine The Pope and Deuill and while thus they vrge Their stinglesse gall there 's none deserue the scourge More than themselues whose weaknesse might suffice To furnish Satyres and poore Elegies