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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	believe_v	body_n	spirit_n	3,628	5	5.0359	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65453	A sermon preached in St. Maries church at Gates-head in the county-Palatine of Durham at the funeral of George Johnson, Gent., deceased, May 29, Anno Dom 1683 / by Richard Werge ... ; whereunto is added, Anelegy by a friend.	Werge, Richard, 1624 or 5-1687.	1683 (1683)	Wing W1366; ESTC R8026	12,157	36

whom he found to be the Orthodox and Loyal His principle was to fear God and honour the King to be obedient to the Laws both of the Church and State His zeal was great in endeavouring that loyal and faithful Subjects might be elected to sit as Members in Parliament He was an excellent Subject Husband Father and Friend He frequently appear'd at this Font as a God-Father to the Children of the poorest persons He was ready to entertain strangers the blessing of them that were ready to perish was upon him He was zealous of good works as being the necessary fruits of Christian faith he was come to the top of St. Peters Climax brotherly kindness and charity No man could better say his prayers as being dove-like free from gall and rancor His patience was great under God's afflicting hand in his greatest extremities I never heard him murmur The Sun in all his journeys hath scarcely seen a better qualifi'd person He was Gateshead's darling in respect of his meekness and charity he is hardly to be equalled never to be exceeded in this place or his place He shin'd as the Morning star among the living and dying as the Evening star among the dead These are the due praises of this glorious Saint He hath faithfully discharged his duty towards God and man He hath now a writ of ease from all his industrious labours he hath fought a good fight he hath finished his course and is now gone to wear that Crown that is laid up for him Audite Posteri If my voice would reach it I would speak to the generations that are yet to come You of this present age can bear faithfull witness of these his vertues and of the truth of what I speak and I hope that those who come after will always mention his name as being of blessed memory knowing that the righteous shall be had in everlasting remembrance We have reason to believe that his Soul is now beholding the face of God in glory that it is warbled in the Quires of ever blessed spirits in that vortex of eternity and that his body shall be raised in glory and being reunited to his soul shall enjoy happy immortality and immortal happiness Now let us all endeavour to worship and glorifie God with our bodies and souls in this life that our bodies and souls may be glorifi'd in the life to come Amen AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF George Iohnson GENT. Of Gates-head in the County-Palatine of Durham who died May 29. An. Dom. 1683. Dignum laude Virum Musavetat mori Coelo Musa beat Hor. Ode 8. Carminum Lib. 4. Virtus in astra tendit Paulum sepultae distat inertiae Celate Virtus Hor. Lib. 4. Carminum Ode 9. AWake awake dull Muse awake and see How just my cause is for an Elegy See where he lies an Object who may make Th'obdurat'st heart relent and now partake With us in Fun'ral Obsequies See where His breathless Substance lies that was so dear So priz'd so valu'd Do but cast an eye And 't will b'enough t' enforce an Elegy How can thy succinct Temples now admit Or entertain repose see how we sit Pil'd up in sorrow every corner keeping Its Pect'ral lugent What 's Melpom'ne sleeping Heark heark the sighs see see the tears that fall Many they are ' cause many lov'd nay all Oh that I had no cause t'implore thy skill To this sad Elegy Oh that my Quill Might want those blacker drops caus'd by a day More black to us than in themselves are they Alas alas alas This this our sorrow Needs not a second Cause we need not borrow Or beg an higher grief Why so Our loss Is not in Trifles but in Sum in Gross If Death Fate with their Consultants had A parly held t' have made our loss more sad Such such an Object in our Confines they Could not have fixt on O that they should lay Their plotting heads together thus to take Our only Patron from us Thus to make A day of sorrow grief by poling from us Ourman of Hope the Prince of men among us He was that Hand that handed out relief To Orphans widows strangers in their grief Had their access unto him Still he had An heart to Pity Families were clad By his successful hand Nay Sheet's toosmall A Continent to speak his Virtues all He was the man on whom numbers depended Now being gone numberless hopes are ended He he it was ' pon whom our structure stood Corradicated One whose Life was good And Actions still exemplary Many Supported by him were opprest ne'r any O cruel Death how could'st thou smite or wound That Breast wherein all virtues have bin found How was 't his aged Smiles could not prevail With thee beforeth ' Arrest His worth no bail Hard covetous Usurer that fore the day Feteht Interestand Principle away Hadst thou but left his fellow 't would have been Part satisfaction but this Stratagem Who of us all can wave it Let that Eye That here denies his Tear be ever dry Sure sure he was more highly born by Grace Than Nature for in him the first gave place And as a strong man 's bound by stronger power So Grace in him threvv Nature out of door This by his Life appear'd for none ere cry'd But he their Cause examin'd and supply'd Their present vvants vvith heart breast as full For all their vvants as theirs through want were dull He vvas the vvonder of our Age a Gem Valu'd and priz'd amongst the best of men And not vvithout due merit for his Deeds Proclaim him highly vvorthy Blazons spreads His Name as memorable And though he Lie dormant in his Urn yet 's Memory Will still be vvaking Future Ages shall Applaud our Johnson and him Worthy call Unbyast in his Verdicts of a Spirit Equanimous and Noble None can merit Principle-vvise an higher Laud or claim More just Encomiums H'vvas still the same True to the Church sound in his Judgment High Thoughts of his King he still retain'd The Eye Of all his Countrey he In 's place for 's time He like a Constellation bright did shine No porlant Ear he had or did allow Susurrous Tongues in any To out-do I mean o'r-reach his Neighbors never he Was seen or known or found True Charity Kept residence in 's Soul H'was firm strong As Rock or Mountain to his Friend Among Ten thousand thousands not his second What Remaineth now Perfection He was that J. J. JOHNSON Semper bonos nomenque tuum laudesque manebunt FINIS