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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
rest_n	creation_n	day_n	sabbath_n	5,972	5	9.9010	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25742	Order and disorder, or, The world made and undone being meditations upon the creation and the fall : as it is recorded in the beginning of Genesis.	Apsley, Allen, Sir, 1616-1683.	1679 (1679)	Wing A3594; ESTC R31266	45,515	85

we all our actions regulate Which heaven both first and last should terminate And in whatever circle else they run There should they end there should they be begun There seek their pattern and derive from thence Their whole direction and their influence As when th' Almighty this low world did frame Life by degrees to its perfection came In Vegetation first sprung up to sense Ascended next and climb'd to reason thence So we pursuing our attainments should Press forward from what 's positively good Still climbing higher until we reach the best And that acquir'd for ever fix our rest Our souls so ravisht with the joys divine That they no more to creatures can decline As Gods Rest was but a more high retreat From the delights of this inferiour seat So must our souls upon our Sabbaths climb Above the world sequestred for that time From those legitimate delights which may Rejoyce us here upon a common day As God his works compleated did retire To be ador'd by the Angelick Quire So when on us the seventh days light doth shine Should we our selves to Gods assemblies joyn Thither all hearts as one pure offring bring And all with one accord adore our King This seventh day the Lord to mankind gave Nor is it the least priviledge we have And ours peculiarly The Orbs above Aswell the seventh as the sixth day move The rain descends and the fierce tempest blows On it the restless Ocean ebbs and flows Bees that day fill the hive and on that day Ants their provisions in their store-house lay All creatures plie their works no beast But those which mankind use share in that rest Which God indulg'd only to humane race That they in it might come before his face To celebrate his worship and his praise And gain a blessing upon all their days O wretched souls of perverse men who slight So great a grace refuse such rich delight Which the inferiour creatures cannot share To which alone their natures fitted are And whereby favour'd men admitted be Into the angels blest societle Yet is this Rest but a far distant view Of that celestial life which we pursue By Satan oft so interrupted here That little of its glory doth appear Nor can our souls sick languid appetite Feast upon such substantial strong delight As musick pains the grieved aking head With which the healthful sense is sweetly fed So duties wherein sound hearts full joys find Fetters and sad loads are to a sick mind Till it thereto by force it self mure And from a loathing fall to love its cure God for his worship kept one day of seven The other six to man for mans use given Adam although so highly dignified Was not to spend in idle ease and pride Nor supine sleep drunk with his sensual pleasures Profusely wasting th' Empires sacred treasures As now his faln sons do that arrogate His forfeited dominion and high state But God his dayly Business did ordain That Kings hence taught might in their Realms maintain Fair order serving those whom they command As guardians not as owners of the land Not being set there to pluck up and destroy Those plants whose culture should their cares employ Nor doth this precept only Kings comprize The meanest must his little paradise With no less vigilance and care attend Than Princes on their vast enclosures spend All hence must learn their duty to suppress Th' intrusions of a sordid idleness Who form'd could have preserv'd the garden fair Without th' employment of mans busie care But that he will'd that our delight should be The wages of our constant industrie That we his ever bounteous hand might bless Crowning our honest labours with success And tast the joy men reap in their own fruit Loving that more to which they contribute Either the labour of their hands or brains Than better things produc'd by others pains Led by desire fed with fair hope the fruit Oft-times delights not more than the pursuit For man a nature hath to action prone That languishes and sickens finding none As standing pools corrupt water that flows More pure by its continual current grows So humane kind by active exercise Do to the heights of their perfection rise While their stock'd glory comes to no ripe growth Whose lives corrupt in idleness and sloth Which is not natural but a disease That doth upon the flesh-cloy'd spirit seize Where health untainted is then the sound mind In its employment doth its pleasure find But when death or its representer sleep Upon the mortals tired members creep This during its dull reign doth life suspend That ceasing action puts it to an end Lastly since God himself did man employ To dress up Paradise that moderate joy Which from this fair creation we derive Is not our sin but our prerogative If bounded so as we fix not our rest In creatures which but transient are at best Yet 't is sin to neglect not use or prize As well as 't is to wast and idolize Canto IV. GOod were all natures as God made them all Good was his Will permitting some to fall That th' rest renouncing their frail strength might stand Humble and firm in his supporting hand His wisdome and omnipotence might own When his Foes power and craft is overthrown Seeing his hate of sin might thence confess His pure innate and perfect Holiness And that the glory of his Justice might In the Rebels torturing flames seem bright That th' ever bless'd Redeemer might take place To illustrate his rich mercy and free grace Whereby he fallen sinners doth restore To fuller bliss than they enjoy'd before That Vertue might in its clear brightness shine Which like rich ore concealed in the mine Had not been known but that opposing vice Illustrates it by frequent exercise If all were good whence then arose the ill 'T was not in Gods but in the creatures will Averting from that good which is supream Corrupted so as a declining stream That breaks off its communion with its head By whom its life and sweetness late were fed Turns to a noisome dead and poysonous Lake Infecting all who the foul waters take Or as a Branch cut from the living Tree Passes into contempt immediately And dies divided from its glorious stock So strength disjoyned from the living rock Turns to contemned imbecillity And doth to all its grace and glory die Some new-made Angels thus not more sublime In nature than transcending in their crime Quitting th' eternal fountain of their light Became the first-born sons of woe and night Princes of Darkness and the sad Abysse Which now their cursed place and portion is Where they no more must fee Gods glorious face Nor ever taste of his refreshing grace But in the fire of his fierce anger dwell Which though it burns enlightens

birth Of our joynt issue people the vast earth To shew that thou wert taken out of me Isha shall be thy name As unto thee Ravisht with love and joy my soul doth cleave So men hereafter shall their fathers leave And all relations else which are most dear That they may only to their wives adhere When marriage male and female doth combine Children in one flesh shall two parents joyn Lastly God who the sacred knot had tied With blessing his own Ordinance sanctified Encrease said he and multiply your race Fill th' Earth allotted for your dwelling place I give you right to all her fruits and plants Dominion over her inhabitants The fish that in the floods deep bosome lie All Fowls that in the airy region flie Whatever lives and feeds on the dry land Are all made subject under your command The grass and green herbs let your cattle eat And let the richer fruits be your own meat Except the Tree of knowing good and ill That by the precept of my Soveraign will You must not eat for in the day you do Inevitable death shall seize on you Thus God did the first marriage celebrate While man was in his unpolluted state And th' undefiled bed with honour deckt Though perversemen the Ordinance reject And pulling all its sacred Ensigns down To the white Virgin only give the crown Nor yet is marriage grown less sacred since Man fell from his created excellence Necessity now raises its esteem Which doth mankind from deaths vast jaws redeem Who even in their graves are yet alive While they in their posterity survive In it they find a comfort and an aid In all the ills which humane life invade This curbs and cures wild passions that arise Repairs times daily wasts with new supplies When the declining mothers youthful grace Lies dead and buried in her wrinkled face In her fair daughters it revives and grows And her dead Cinder in their new flames glows And though this state may sometimes prove accurst For of best things still the corruption's worst Sin so destroys an institution good Provided against death and solitude Eve out of sleeping Adam formed thus A sweet instructive emblem is to us How waking Providence is active still To do us good and to avert our ill When we lock'd up in stupefaction lie Not dreaming that our blessings are so nigh Blessings wrought out by providence alone Without the least assistance of our own Mans help produc'd in death-like sleep doth show Our choicest mercies out of dead wombs flow So from the second Adams bleeding side God form'd the Gospel Church his mystique Bride Whose strength was only of his firmness made His blood quick spirits into ours convey'd His wasted flesh our wasted flesh supplied And we were then revived when he died Who wak'd from that short sleep with joy did view The Virgin fair that out of his wounds grew Presented by th' eternal Fathers grace Unto his everlasting kind embrace My spouse my sister said he thou art mine I and my death I and my life are thine For thee I did my heavenly Father quit That thou with me on my high throne mayst sit My mothers humane flesh in death did leave For thee that I to thee might only cleave Redeem thee from the confines of dark hell And evermore in thy dear bosome dwell From heaven I did descend to fetch up thee Rose from the grave that thou mightst reign with me Henceforth no longer two but one we are Thou dost my merit life grace glory share As my victorious triumphs are all thine So are thy injuries and sufferings mine Which I for thee will vanquish as my own And give thee rest in the celestial throne The Bride with these caresses entertain'd In naked beauty doth before him stand And knows no shame purg'd from all foul desire Whose secret guilt kindles the blushing fire Her glorious Lord is naked too no more Conceal'd in types and shadows as before So our first parents innocently did Behold that nakedness which since is hid That lust may not catch fire from beauties flame Engendring thoughts which die the cheeks with shame Thus heaven and earth their full perfection had Thus all their hosts and ornaments were made Armies of Angels had the highest place Bright starry hosts the lower heaven did grace The Mutes encamped in the waters were The winged troops were quartered in the air The walking animals as th' infantry Of th' Universal Host at large did lie Spread over all the earths most ample face Each regiment in its assigned place Paradise the head quarter was and there The Emperour to his Viceroy did appear Him in his regal Office did install A general muster of his hosts did call Resigning up into his sole command The numerous Tribes that fill doth sea and land As each kind severally had before Blessing and approbation so once more When all together God his works review'd The blessing was confirmed and renew'd And with the sixth day the Creation ceast The seventh day the Lord himself did rest And made it a perpetual Ordinance then To be observ'd by every age of men That after six days honest labour they His precept and example should obey As he did his their works surcease and spend That day in sacred rest till that day end And in its number back again return Still consecrated till it have outworn All other time and that alone remain When neither toyl nor burthen shall again The weary lives of mortal men infest Nor intermit their holy happy rest Nor is this Rest sacred to idleness God a perpetual Act sloth cannot bless He ceast not from his own celestial joy Which doth himself perpetually employ In contemplation of himself and those Most excellent works wherein himself he shows He only ceast from making lower things By which as steps the mounting soul he brings To th' upmost height and having finisht these Himself did in his own productions please Full satisfied in their perfection Rested from what he had compleatly done And made his pattern our instruction That we as far as finite creatures may Trace him that 's infinite should in our way Rest as our Father did work as he wrought Nor cease till we have to perfection brought Whatever to his glory we intend Still making ours the same which was his end As his works in commands begin and have Conclusion in the blessings which he gave So must his Word give being to all ours And since th' events are not in our own powers We must his blessing beg his great name bless And make our thanks the crown of our success As God first heaven did for man prepare Men last for heaven created were So should