Selected quad for the lemma: son_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
son_n	brother_n	father_n	husband_n	21,731	5	10.2785	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

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

womankind Eve sin'd in fruit forbid and God requires Her pennance in the fruit of her desires When first to men their inclinations move How are they tortur'd with distracting love What disappointments find they in the end Constant uneasinesses which attend The best condition of the wedded state Giving all wives sense of the curses weight Which makes them ease and liberty refuse And with strong passion their own shackles chuse Now though they easier under wise rule prove And every burthen is made light by love Yet golden fetters soft lin'd yoaks still be Though gentler ourbs but curbs of liberty As well as the harsh tyrants iron yoak More sorely galling them whom they provoke To loath their bondage and despise the rule Of an unmanly fickle froward fool Whate're the husbands be they covet fruit And their own wishes to their sorrows contribute How painfully the fruit within them grows What tortures do their ripened births disclose How great how various how uneasie are The breeding sicknesses pangs that prepare The violent openings of lifes narrow door Whose fatal issues we as oft deplore What weaknesses what languishments ensue Scattering dead Lillies where fresh Roses grew What broken rest afflicts the careful nurse Extending to the breasts the mothers curse Which ceases not when there her milk she dries The froward child draws new streams from her eyes How much more bitter anguish do we find Labouring to raise up vertue in the mind Then when the members in our bowels grew What sad abortions what cross births ensue What monsters what unnatural vipers come Eating their passage through their parents womb How are the tortures of their births renew'd Unrecompenc'd with love and gratitude Even the good who would our cares requite Would be our crowns joys pillars and delight Affect us yet with other griefs and fears Opening the sluces of our ne're dried tears Death danger sickness losses all the ill That on the children falls the mothers feel Repeating with worse pangs the pangs that bore Them into life and though some may have more Of sweet and gentle mixture some of worse Yet every mothers cup tasts of the curse And when the heavy load her faint heart tires Makes her too oft repent her fond desires Now last of all as Adam last had been Drawn into the prevaricating sin His sentence came Because that thou didst yield Said God to thy enticing wife The field Producing briars and fruitless thorns to thee Accursed for thy sake and sins shall be Thy careful brows in constant toyls shall sweat Thus thou thy bread shalt all thy whole life eat Till thou return into the earths vast womb Whence taken first thou didst a man become For dust thou art and dust again shalt be When lifes declining spark goes out in thee In all these Sentences we strangely find Gods admirable love to lost mankind Who though he never will his word recal Or let his threats like shafts at randome fall Yet can his Wisdome order curses so That blessings may out of their bowels flow Thus death the door of lasting life became Dissolving nature to rebuild her frame On such a sure foundation as shall break All the attempts Hells cursed Empire make Thus God reveng'd mans quarrel on his foe To whom th' Almighty would no mercy show Making his reign his respite and success All augmentations of his cursedness Thus gave he us a powerful Chief and Head By whom we shall be out of bondage led And made the penalties of our offence Precepts and rules of new obedience Fitted in all things to our fallen State Under sweet promises that ease their weight Our first injunction is to hate and flie The flatteries of our first grand enemy To have no friendship with his cursed race The int'rest of the opposite seed t' embrace Where though we toyl in fights tho' bruis'd we be Yet shall our combate end in victory Eternal glory healing our slight wound When all our labours are with triumph crown'd The next command is mothers should maintain Posterity not frighted with the pain Which tho' it make us mourn under the sense Of the first mothers disobedience Yet hath a promise that thereby she shall Recover all the hurt of her first fall When in mysterious manner from her womb Her father brother husband son shall come Subjection to the husband's rule enjoyn'd In the next place that yoak with love is lin'd Love too a precept made where God requires We should perform our duties with desires And promises t' encline our averse will Whose satisfaction takes away the ill Of every toyl and every suffering That can from unenforc'd submission spring The last command God with mans curse did give Was that men should in honest callings live Eating their own bread fruit of their own sweat Nor feed like drones on that which others get And this command a promise doth implie That bread should recompence our industry One mercy more his sentence did include That mortal toyls faintings and lassitude Should not beyond deaths fixed bound extend But there in everlasting quiet end When men out of the troubled air depart And to their first material dust revert The utmost power that death or woe can have Is but to shut us pris'ners in the grave Bruising the flesh that heel whereon we tread But we shall trample on the serpents head Our scatter'd atoms shall again condense And be again inspir'd with living sense Captivity shall then a captive be Death shall be swallow'd up in victory And God shall man to Paradise restore Where the foul tempter shall seduce no more How far our parents whose sad eyes were fixt On woe and terror saw the mercy mixt We can but make a wild uncertain guess As we are now affected in distress Who less regard the mitigation still Than the slight smart of our afflicting ill And while we groan under the hated yoak Our gratitude for its soft lining choak But God having th' amazed sinners doom'd Put off the Judges frown and reassum'd A tender fathers kind and melting face Opening his gracious arms for new embrace Taught them to expiate their heinous guilt By spotless sacrifice and pure blood spilt Which done in faith did their faint hearts sustain Till the intended lamb of God was slain Whose death whose merit and whose innocence The forfeit paid and blotted out th' offence The skins of the slain beasts God vestures made Wherein the naked sinners were array'd Not without mystery which typifi'd That righteousness that doth our foul shame hide As when a rotting patient must endure Painful excisions to effect his cure His spirits we with cordials fortifie Lest unsupported he should faint and die So