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	motion_n	nerve_n	1,652	5	10.7938	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81763	Astræa redux A poem on the happy restoration & return of His sacred Majesty Charles the Second. By John Driden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1660 (1660)	Wing D2244; Thomason E1080_6; ESTC R26913	5,171	14

Attempt was fair but Heav'ns prefixed hour Not come so like the watchful travellour That by the Moons mistaken light did rise Lay down again and clos'd his weary eyes 'T was MONCK whom Providence design'd to loose Those real bonds false freedom did impose The blessed Saints that watch'd this turning Scene Did from their Stars with joyful wonder leane To see small clues draw vastest weights along Not in their bulk but in their order strong Thus Pencils can by one slight touch restore Smiles to that changed face that wept before With ease such fond Chymaera's we pursue As fancy frames for fancy to subdue But when our selves to action we betake It shuns the Mint like gold that Chymists make How hard was then his task at once to be What in the body natural we see Mans Architect distinctly did ordain The charge of Muscles Nerves and of the Brain Through viewless Conduits Spirits to dispense The Springs of Motion from the Seat of Sense 'T was not the hasty product of a day But the well ripened fruit of wise delay He like a patient Angler er'e he strooke Would let them play a while upon the hook Our healthful food the Stomach labours thus At first embracing what it strait doth crush Wise Leeches will not vain Receipts obtrude While growing pains pronounce the humours crude Deaf to complaints they wait upon the ill Till some safe Crisis authorise their skill Nor could his Acts too close a vizard wear To scape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear And guard with caution that polluted nest Whence Legion twice before was dispossest Once sacred house which when they enter'd in They thought the place could sanctifie a sin Like those that vainly hop'd kind Heav'n would wink While to excess on Martyrs tombs they drink And as devouter Turks first warn their souls To part before they tast forbidden bowls So these when their black crimes they went about First timely charm'd their useless conscience out Religions name against it self was made The shadow serv'd the substance to invade Like Zealous Missions they did care pretend Of souls in shew but made the Gold their end Th' incensed Powr's beheld with scorn from high An Heaven so far distant from the sky Which durst with horses hoofs that beat the ground And Martial brass bely the thunders sound 'T was hence at length just Vengeance thought it fit To speed their ruine by their impious wit Thus Sforza curs'd with a too fertile brain Lost by his wiles the Pow'r his wit did gain Henceforth their Fogue must spend at lesser rate Then in its flames to wrap a Nations Fate Suffer'd to live they are like Helots set A vertuous shame within us to beget For by example most we sinn'd before And glass-like clearness mixt with frailty bore But since reform'd by what we did amiss We by our suff'rings learn to prize our bliss Like early Lovers whose unpractis'd hearts Were long the May-game of malicious arts When once they find their Jealousies were vain With double heat renew their fires again 'T was this produc'd the joy that hurried o're Such swarmes of English to the Neighb'ring shore To fetch that prize by which Batavia made So rich amends for our impoverish'd Trade Oh had you seen from Schevelines barren shore Crowded with troops and barren now no more Afflicted Holland to his farewell bring True Sorrow Holland to regret a King While waiting him his Royal Fleet did ride And willing winds to their low'rd sayles deny'd The wavering Streamers Flags and Standart out The merry Seamens rude but chearful shout And last the Cannons voice that shook the skies And as it fares in sudden Extasies At once bereft us both of ears and eyes The Naseby now no longer Englands shame But better to be lost in Charles his name Like some unequal Bride in nobler sheets Receives her Lord the joyful London meets The Princely York himself alone a freight The Swift-sure groans beneath Great Gloc'sters weight Secure as when the Halcyon breeds with these He that was born to drown might cross the Seas Heav'n could not own a Providence and take The wealth three Nations ventur'd at a stake The same indulgence Charles his Voyage bless'd Which in his right had Miracles confess'd The winds that never Moderation knew Afraid to blow too much too faintly blew Or out of breath with joy could not enlarge Their straightned lungs or conscious of their Charge The British Amphitryte smooth and clear In richer Azure never did appear Proud her returning Prince to entertain With the submitted Fasces of the Main ANd welcome now Great Monarch to your own Behold th' approaching cliffes of Albion It is no longer Motion cheats your view As you meet it the Land approacheth you The Land returns and in the white it wears The marks of penitence and sorrow bears But you whose goodness your discent doth show Your Heav'nly Parentage and earthly too By that same mildness which your Fathers Crown Before did ravish shall secure your own Not ty'd to rules of Policy you find Revenge less sweet then a forgiving mind Thus when th' Almighty would to Moses give A sight of all he could behold and live A voice before his entry did proclaim Long-Suff'ring Goodness Mercy in his Name Your Pow'r to Justice doth submit your Cause Your Goodness only is above the Laws Whose rigid letter while pronounc'd by you Is softer made So winds that tempests brew When through Arabian Groves they take their flight Made wanton with rich Odours lose their spight And as those Lees that trouble it refine The agitated Soul of Generous Wine So tears of joy for your returning spilt Work out and expiate our former guilt Methinks I see those Crowds on Dovers Strand Who in their hast to welcome you to Land Choak'd up the Beach with their still growing store And made a wilder Torrent on the shore While spurr'd with eager thoughts of past delight Those who had seen you court a second sight Preventing still your steps and making hast To meet you often where so e're you past How shall I speak of that triumphant Day When you renew'd the expiring Pomp of May A Month that owns an Intrest in your Name You and the Flow'rs are its peculiar Claim That Star that at your Birth shone out so bright It stain'd the duller Suns Meridian light Did once again its potent Fires renew Guiding our eyes to find and worship you And now times whiter Series is begun Which in soft Centuries shall smoothly run Those Clouds that overcast your Morne shall fly Dispell'd to farthest corners of the sky Our Nation with united Int'rest blest Not now content to poize shall sway the rest Abroad your Empire shall no Limits know But like the Sea in boundless Circles flow Your much lov'd Fleet shall with a wide Command Besiege the petty Monarchs of the Land And as Old Time his Off-spring swallow'd down Our Ocean in its depths all Seas shall drown Their wealthy Trade from Pyrates Rapine free Our Merchants shall no more Advent'rers be Nor in the farthest East those Dangers fear Which humble Holland must dissemble here Spain to your Gift alone her Indies owes For what the Pow'rful takes not he bestowes And France that did an Exiles presence fear May justly apprehend you still too near At home the hateful names of Parties cease And factious Souls are weary'd into peace The discontented now are only they Whose Crimes before did your Just Cause betray Of those your Edicts some reclaim from sins But most your Life and Blest Example wins Oh happy Prince whom Heav'n hath taught the way By paying Vowes to have more Vowes to pay Oh Happy Age Oh times like those alone By Fate reserv'd for Great Augustus Throne When the joint growth of Armes and Arts foreshew The World a Monarch and that Monarch You.