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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	put_v	rich_a	zone_n	18	3	12.4765	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80774	Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity.	Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649.	1652 (1652)	Wing C6830; Thomason E1598_1; ESTC R208867	38,932	139

that rich flame Which writes thy spouse's radiant Name Vpon the roof of Heau'n where ay It shines with a soueraign ray Beates bright vpon the burning faces Of soules which in that name 's sweet graces Find euerlasting smiles So rare So spirituall pure fair Must be th' immortall instrument Vpon whose choice point shall be sent A life so lou'd And that there be Fitt executioners for Thee The fair'st first-born sons of fire Blest SERAPHIM shall leaue their quire And turn loue's souldiers vpon THEE To exercise their archerie O how oft shalt thou complain Of a sweet subtle PAIN Of intolerable IOYES Of a DEATH in which who dyes Loues his death and dyes ag●in And would for euer so be slain And liues dyes and knowes not why To liue But that he thus may neuer leaue to DY How kindly will thy gentle HEART Kisse the sweettly-killing DART And close in his embraces keep Those delicious Wounds that weep Balsom to heal themselues with thus When These thy DEATHS so numerous Shall all at l●st dy into one And melt thy Soul's sweet mansion Like a soft lump of incense hasted By too hott a fire wasted Into perfuming clouds so fast Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last In a resoluing SIGH and then O what Ask not the Tongues of men Angells cannot tell suffice Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes And hold them fast for euer there So soon as you first appear The MOON of maiden starrs thy white MISTRESSE attended by such bright Soules as thy shining self shall come And in her first rankes make thee room Where mongst her snowy family Immortall well comes wait for thee O what delight when reueal'd LIEF shall stand And teach thy lipps heau'n with his hand On which thou now maist to thy wishes Heap vp thy consecrated kisses What ioyes shall seize thy soul when she Bending her blessed eyes on thee Those second Smiles of Heau'n shall dart Her mild rayes through thy melting heart Angels thy old freinds there shall greet thee Glad at their own home now to meet thee All thy good WORKES which went before And waited for thee at the door Shall own thee there and all in one We●ue a constellation Of CROWNS with which the KING thy spouse Shall build vp thy triumphant browes All thy old woes shall now smile on thee And thy paines si●t bright vpon thee All thy SVFFRINGS be diuine TEARES shall take comfort turn gemms And WRONGS repent to Di●demms Eu'n thy DEATH shall liue new Dresse the soul that erst they slew Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres As keep account of the LAMB's warres Those rare WORKES where thou shalt leaue writt Loue's noble history with witt Taught thee by none but him while here They feed our soules shall cloth THINE there Each heaunly word by whose hid flame Our hard Hearts sh●ll strike fire the same Shall flourish on thy browes be Both fire to vs flame to thee Whose light shall liue bright in thy FACE By glory in our hearts by grace Thou shalt look round about see Thousands of crown'd Soules throng to be Themselues thy crown Sons of thy vowes The virgin-births with which thy soueraign spouse Made fruitfull thy fair soul goe now And with them all about thee bow To Him put on hee 'l say put on My rosy loue That thy rich zone Sparkling with the sacred flames Of thousand soules whose happy names Heau'n keep vpon thy score Thy bright Life brought them first to kisse the light That kindled them to starrs and so Thou with the LAMB thy lord shalt goe And whereso'ere he setts his white Stepps walk with HIM those wayes of light Which who in death would liue to see Must learn in life to dy like thee AN APOLOGIE FOR THE FORE-GOING HYMEN as hauing been writt when the author was yet among the protestantes THus haue I back again to thy bright name Fair floud of holy fires transfus'd the flame I took from reading thee t is to thy wrong I know that in my weak worthlesse song Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day Scarse dawnes O pardon if I dare to say Thine own dear bookes are guilty For from thence I learn't to know that loue is eloquence That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try If what to other tongues is tun'd so high Thy praise might not speak English too forbid By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde Forbid it mighty Loue let no fond Hate Of names wordes so farr praeiudicate Souls are not SPANIARDS too one freindly floud Of BAPTISM blends them all into a blood CHRIST's faith makes but one body of all soules And loue 's that body's soul no law controwlls Our free traffique for heau'n we may maintaine Peace sure with piety though it come from SPAIN What soul so e're in any language can Speak heau'n like her's is my souls country-man O'tis not spanish but'tis heau'n she speaks 'T is heau'n that lyes in ambush there bre●ks From thence into the wondring reader's brest Who feels his warm HEART into a nest Of little EAGLES young loues whose high Fli●hts scorn the lazy dust things that dy There are now whose draughts as deep as hell drink vp●l SPAIN in sack Let my soul swell With thee strong wine of loue let others swimme In puddles w● w●ll pledge this SERAPHIM B●wles full of richer blood then blush of grape W●s euer guilty of Change we too 'our shape My soul Some drink from men to beasts o then Drink we till we proue more nor lesse then men ' And turn not beasts but Angels Let the king Me euer into these his cellars bring Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none But HIM who trod the wine presse all alone Wine of youth life the sweet Deaths of loue W●ne of immortall mixture which can proue I●'● Tincture from the rosy nectar wine That can ex●l weak EARTH so refine O●r dust that at one draught mortality May drink it self vp and forget to dy THE FLAMING HEART VPON THE BOOK AND Picture of the seraphicall saint TERESA AS SHE IS VSVALLY EXpressed with a SERAPHIM biside her WEll meaning readers you that come as freinds And catch the pretious name this peice pretends Make not too much hast to'admire That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire That is a SERAPHIM they say And this the great TERESIA Readers be rul'd by me make Here a well-plac't wise mistake You must transpose the picture quite And spell it wrong to read it right Read HIM for her her for him And call the SAINT the SERAPHIM Pa●nter what didst thou vnderstand To put her dart into his hand See euen the yeares size of him Sh●wes this the mother SERAPHIM This is the mistresse flame duteous he Her happy fire-works here comes down to see O most poor-spirited of men Had thy cold Pencil kist her PEN