Selected quad for the lemma: sense_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sense_n	body_n	life_n	soul_n	11,671	5	5.9298	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25971	An elegy on Her Grace Elizabeth, Duchess of Ormond, who died July the 21st, 1684 by E.A., M.A. of Trinity Coll. Dubl.	Arwaker, Edmund, d. 1730.	1684 (1684)	Wing A3905; ESTC R9272	1,803	7

AN ELEGY ON Her GRACE ELIZABETH Duchess of Ormond Who died Iuly the 21st 1684. By E. A. M. A. of Trin. Coll. Dubl In the SAVOY Printed by Tho. Newcomb 1684. AN ELEGY ON THE Duchess of Ormond c. FOrbear vain Muse to vent thy Passion here Thou canst not offer one ingenuous Tear Nor mayst thou hope thy unregarded Verse Can have admittance to this Sacred Herse Yet Silence here wou'd be Ingratitude 'T is then more pardonable to be rude If Men of Sense and Fancy more sublime Condemn th' unpolish'd meanness of thy Rhime This just Excuse for that Disorder shew Tell them thy Thoughts are Discompos'd and Thou Less Mourners may Methodically weep Thy o're swoln Grief within no Bounds will keep Then venture to bewail thy rigid Fate And with the Saint departed thus expostulate Ah! Why so soon didst thou resign thy Breath And leave the World Impoverish'd by thy Death Didst thou to taste some Heavenly Bliss unknown Destroy our pleasure to increase thine own Ah no thou knewst no such inferior Ends Thy nobler Aim still was t' oblige thy Friends For them thou hast thy Best Enjoyments given And might'st a while defer thy flight to Heav'n For no Bliss there to thee cou'd Foreign prove Thy Conversation was so much Above And thou enjoyd'st of Heav'n so large a store That Consummation scarce cou'd give thee more Thy Love soard high above all Human Aim Angels scarce boast a more Exalted Flame Scarce to their God more Frequent Homage pay Nor thou less Serious less Devout than they On his Great Work thou didst thy time bestow In offering Pray'rs above and doing Good below Nor was the Case which did this Jewel hold Made of Course Earth cast in a Common Mold But suited to the Beauty of thy Mind Thy Body too was polish'd and refin'd Thy Face so Heav'nly we believ'd it still Not Human till we found it passible Till Envious Time to lessen our regard By stealth the lovely Frontispiece impair'd Yet Time design'd this Injury in vain Beauty amidst the Ruins did remain And taught us by its Splendor in Decay To judge what its Perfection could display But Heav'n displeas'd to see that Work abus'd In forming which such Wondrous Skill was us'd As if the Artist chiefly had desir'd To have his Pow'r in this Rare Piece admir'd Dissolv'd the Fabrick to restore it so That it no Ruin no Decay shall know But Lasting and Impregnable shall be Not only against Time but vast Eternity Ah! then forbear mistaken Muse in vain In thy Hibernian Dialect to complain Demand no more why the Bright Soul is fled And left our Joys like her lov'd Body dead But if thy Flight can track her through the Air Follow and see her great Reception there Angels in Choirs croud the new Guest to meet And straw their Palms beneath her welcome Feet The meaner Orders plac'd on either hand In double Ranks to view and guard her Stand While Seraphims present a Robe of Light Studded with Stars and as the Sun-beams bright Now comes a noble Troop in Heav'n well known A Troop of Works which she on Earth had done Of Pray'rs untold a very numerous Train For oft she us'd to pray and ne'r in vain Mortified Lusts and Passions well subdu'd Which ne'r till now durst to her Sight intrude Repentant Sighs and Tears in Bottles kept For Heaven exhal'd each precious drop she wept Besides a multitude of Virtues more Which loudly knock at the Eternal Door Make way for Ormond's Duchess comes they cry And at the well-known name the Locks straight open fly Here wait those Saints to whom her Womb gave birth But coveted by Heav'n soon snatch'd from Earth Ah! that among their number yet we see The Good the Great the Glorious OSSORY But he was brought to entertain Her here Lest without Him the Bliss imperfect shou'd appear Yet this great comfort he has left behind Th' exact Resemblance of his Generous Mind A Second OSSORY whose blooming Youth Gives early hope of a successful growth In whom th' admiring World does gladly see ORMOND and OSSORY in Epitome May he of ARRAN's Virtue too partake Who wou'd not Honour for Applause forsake But bravely ventur'd to declare his Sense In the behalf of injur'd Innocence Chusing to bear th' Aspersions of the Croud Rather than stain his Soul with guiltless Blood But 〈◊〉 these Heroes Fame to celebrate And think on ORMOND the disconsolate That worthy Husband of this Virtuous Wife The noble part'ner of her Love and Life He like a Body when Tormentors Art Hath from the living Fibres torn the Heart Finds in himself no Signs of Life remain But the worst Symptome a deep Sense of pain Bring Lenitives to his excessive Grief And if thou findst they fail to give relief Tell him how dear a price 't is like to cost Tell him His Master's Interest will in him be lost Tell him his Life he to his Sov'reign owes And must not but by his Command expose These Reasons will affect his Loyal Sense For he was ever all Obedience To CHARLES's Name he will due Rev'rence give And for his Service condescend to live