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
A41152	Contemplations upon life and death with serious reflections on the miseries that attend humane life in every station, degree and change thereof / written by a person of quality in his confinement a little before his death ... a true copy of the paper delivered to the sheriffs upon the scaffold at Tower-hill on Thursday, January 28, 1696/7 by Sir John Fenwick, Baronet.	Fenwick, John, Sir, 1645?-1697.	1697 (1697)	Wing F720; ESTC R37797	24,831	34

is but a vanishing Smoak and its last Fire but its last Wick and its last drop of moisture So is it in the Life of Man Life and Death in Man is all one If we call the last breath by the name of Death so we must all the rest all proceeding from one place and all in the same manner One only difference there is between this Life and that which we call death That during the one we are always dying but after the other we shall always live In short As he that thinketh Death simply to be the End of Man ought not to fear it inasmuch as he who desires to live long desires to dye longer and so he who fears to dye quickly does to speak properly fear least he may not dye longer But to us who profess the Christian Religion and are brought up in a more holy School Death is a far other thing neither do we need as heretofore the Pagans did Consolations against Death For Death it self ought to be to us a Consolation against other Afflictions So that we must not only strengthen our selves as they did not to fear it but we ought also to hope it For unto us it is not only a departing from Pain and Evil but an Access unto all Good not the end of Life but the end of Death and Pain and Sorrow and the beginning of a Life that shall never have an end Better saith Solomon is the Day of Death than the Day of Birth But for what Reason Why because it is not to us a Last Day but the Dawning of an Everlasting Day No more shall we have in that glorious Light either Sorrow for the past or Expectation for the future for all shall be there present to us and that Present shall be present for ever No more shall we spend our strength in seeking after vain and painful Pleasures for there we shall be fill'd with true and substantial Delights No more shall we weary our selves in heaping together these shining Exhalations of the Earth for the inexpressible Glory of Heaven shall be ours And this Mass of Earth which ever draws us towards the Earth shall be then buried in it and consumed with it No more shall we then be Votaries to that gaudy Idol Honour nor put our Wits upon the Rack that so we may be deck'd with finer Feathers than our Neighbours Ambition will have there no place for we shall there be rais'd to that Excelling Glory and be possess'd of all those Heighths of Greatness that we shall look with scorn and with contempt upon an Earthly Diadem and smile at all the Follies of poor groveling Mortals who fight and quarrel with each other for a small spot of Earth like Children for an Apple And which is better still no more shall we have Combats in our selves Our sinful Flesh that here was our worst Enemy shall cease from troubling there and our renewed Spirits shall be fill'd with Life and Vigour Our Passion shall be buried and our Reason be restor'd to perfect Liberty The Soul deliver'd out of this foul and filthy Prison where by its long continuing it is grown into a habit of Crookedness shall again draw its own breath recognize its Ancient Dwelling and again remember its former Glory and Dignity This Flesh which thou feelest this Body which thou touchest is not Man Man is a Spark of the Divinity shot down from Heaven Heaven is his Countrey and his Native Air That he is in this Body is but by way of Exile and Confinement Man indeed is Soul and Spirit and is of a Divine and Heavenly Quality wherein there 's nothing gross nothing material This Body such as now it is is but the Bark and Shell of the Soul which must necessarily be broke before we can be hatch'd before we can live and see the Light We have it seems some Life and some Sence in us but are so very crooked and contracted that we cannot so much as stretch out our Wings much less take our flight towards Heaven until we be disburthen'd and separated from this Lump of Earth We look but 't is through false Spectacles We have Eyes but they are over-grown with Pearls We think we see but 't is but in a Dream wherein all that we see is nothing but a vain Illusion All that we seem to have and all that we seem to know is but Deceit and Vanity Death only can awake us from our Dream and restore us to true Life and Light and yet we think so blockish are we that he comes to rob us of them We profess our selves Christians and that we believe after this mortal Life a Life of Immortality That Death is nothing but a separation of the Soul and Body and that the Soul returns to its former happy abode there to joy in and enjoy the Fountain of all Bliss and that at the last day it shall re-assume its Body which shall no more be subject to Corruption With these goodly Discousses we fill our Books and in the mean while when it comes to to the point and that we are ready to enter in at this Portcullis of Seraphical Glory the very Name of Death as of some dreadful Gorgon makes us quake and tremble If we believe as we speak pray what is it that we fear To be happy To be perfectly at ease To enjoy more Content in one moment than ever was enjoy'd even by Methuselah himself in all his Nine hundred sixty nine years which was the longest mortal Life I ever read of If this be nothing that we fear then we must of necessity confess that we believe it but in part that all that we have said are only words that all our Discourses as of those hardy Trencher Knights are nothing but Vaunting and Vanity Some there are that will confidently tell you I know very well that I shall pass out of this Life into a better I make no doubt of that only I fear the mid-way step Weak Hearted Creatures They will kill themselves to get their miserable living They willingly suffer almost infinite pains and infinite wounds at another Mans pleasure and fearless go throw infinite deaths without dying and all this for things of nought for things that perish and that oft times causes them to perish with them But when they have but one step to make to be at Rest and that not for a day but for ever And not barely Rest but a Rest of that exalted Nature that Mans natural Mind can never comprehend They tremble their Hearts fail them they are afraid and yet it is nothing but fear that hurts them Let them never tell me they apprehend the pain It is but an abuse on purpose to conceal the little Faith they have No no they would rather languish of the Gout the Sciatica or any Disease whatsoever than dye one sweet Death with the least pain possible Rather piningly dye Limb after Limb out-living as it were all their Sences Motions