Selected quad for the lemma: soul_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	believe_v	body_n	faith_n	4,273	5	5.2454	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05075	The profit of imprisonment A paradox, vvritten in French by Odet de la Noue, Lord of Teligni, being prisoner in the castle of Tournay. Translated by Iosuah Silvester.; Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English	La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1594 (1594)	STC 15216; ESTC S109328	23,156	38

that or if it be a paine Is in respect of that a verie trifle vaine But were 't a great deale worse why should we evil name That which we rather finde a medicine for the same Health wealth securitie honour and ease do make vs Forget our God and God for that doth soone forsake vs Whereas afflictions are the readie meanes to mooue vs To seeke our health in him that doth so dearly loue-vs 'T is true indeed say some that benefite they bring-vs But yet the smart thereof doth so extreamely wring-vs That th'evill which they feele that doe endure the same Makes them esteeme it iust to giue it that for name Mans nature certainly it cannot be denyed Is thrall to many throwes while heer on earth we bide In bodie and in soule the troubled soule sostaines A thousand passions strong the bodie thousand paines And that 's the wretched state the which yere-while I said Was iustlie due to vs when Adam disobayd But he that 's once new-borne in Iesus Christ by faith Who his assured hope in God sole setled hath Who doth beleeue that god giues essence vnto all And all sustaineth still that nothing doth befall But by his sacred will and that no strength that striveth To stop his iust decrees can stand or euer thriueth Not onely doth accept all paines with patience The which he takes for due vnto his deepe offence Nor only is content if such be gods good pleasure To feele a thousand fold a much more ample measure But euen delights therein and void of any feare Expects th'extremitie of all assaults to beare Whether almightie god abate their woonted vigor Or that his may not feele their crosses cruell rigor Do wholly arme them with new forces for the nonce To beare the bitter brunt or whether both at-once And to approoue this true how many daylie drink Of torments bitter cup that neuer seeme to shrink Alas what sharper smart what more-afflicting paines What worser griefe than that which ceas-leslie sustaines He that by some mischaunce or els by martiall thunder Vnhappily hath had some maine bone broke in sunder What torment feeleth not the sore-sicke deep-diseased One while with cruell fit of burning fever ceased Another while assailde with collicke and with stone Or with the cure-lesse Gout whose rigour yeelds to none Or thousand other griefes whose bitter-vexing strife Disturbes continuallie the quiet of our life Yet notwithstanding this in all this painfull anguish Though the most part repine plain mourn languish Murmuring against the Lord with malcontented voice Some praise his clemencie and in his rods reioyce How manie such deare Saints haue fel tormentors seen To die betweene their hands through moody tyrants teen So little daunted at their martyrdome and slaughter That in th'extremitie they haue expressed laughter How many at the stake nay in the verie flame Haue sung with cheerful voice th' almighties prais-ful name Yet were they all compact of Artirs and of vaines Of sinewes bones and flesh and sensible of paines By nature at the least as much as anie other For being issued all from one selfe earthly mother What makes them then to find such extream smart so sweet What makes them patientlie those deadly pangs to meet No doubt it is the Lord who first of nothing made-vs Who with his liberall hand of goodnes still doth lade-vs Some more and other lesse and neuer ceaseth space From making vs to feele the fauours of his grace Accurst are they indeed whom hee doth all abandon To doe their lust for law and run their life at randon Accurst who neuer tast the sharp-sweet hand of God Accurst ah most accurste who neuer feele his rod. Such men by nature borne the bond-slaues vnto sinne Through selfe-corruption end worse then they did beginne For how thy longer liue the more by their amisse They draw them neerer hell and farther of from blisse Such men within themselues their euill's spring containe Their is no outward thing as falsly they complaine Cause of their cureles ill for good is euerie thing And good can of it selfe to no-man euill bring Now if they could aright these earthly pleasures prize According to their wurth they would not in such wise For lacke or losse of those so vaine and transitorie Lament so bitterlie nor be so sadlie-sorrie But ouer-louing still these outward things vnstable To rest in true content an howre they are not able No not a moment's time their feare doth so assaile-them And if their feare fall true that their Good fortun faile-them Then swell their sullen harts with sorrow till they burst And then poore desperat soules they deeme themselues accurst And so indeed they are but yet they err in this In blaming other things for their owne selfe-amisse Other indifferent things that neither make nor marre But to the good bee good to th' euill euill are Is' t not great folishnes for any to complaine That somthing is not don which doth him nought cōstrain Sith if he vse the same soule-health it hurteth not Nor if hee doe not vse 't it helpeth not a iot But needs must we complain say some for we haue cause Then at your perrill bee 't for that which cheefly drawes You therto tis intruth your brutnesse in misdeeming Things euill that are good for sence-contrarie seeming And whilst that in the darke of this foule errors mist Your drowsie spirits do droop alas what maruell i st If euill follow you and if iniurious still To others you impute your selfe-ingendered ill Happie are they to whom the Lord vouchsafeth sight To see the louelie beames and life-infusing light Of his sweet sacred truth whereby we may perceaue And iudge arightly what to loue and what to leaue Such men within their soules their goods haue wholy plast Such goods as neuer fire can either burne or wast Nor any theefe can steale nor pirate make his praie Nor vsurie consume nor tirant take awaie Nor times all-gnawing tooth can fret awaie nor finish Nor any accident of sad mischance deminish For it is built on God a rocke that euer stands Not on the vanities of these inconstant sands Which are more mutable then wind and more vnstable And day by day doe make so many miserable O to what sweet content to what high ioyes aspires He that in God alone can limmit his desires He that in him alone his hopes can wholie rest He that for only end waites for the wages blest Wherewith he promiseth for euer sans respect Of their selfe-meriting to guerdon his elect What is it can bereaue the wealth of such a man What is it that disturb his perfect pleasures can What is it can supplant his honnors and degrees Sith all his treasures his delights his dignities Are all laid vp in heauen where it were all in vaine For all the sonnes of earth to war with might and maine No doubt will some man say each christian doth aspire After this bodies death to those deer