Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	angel_n	king_n	zion_n	31	3	8.8889	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16777	The passions of the spirit	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1599 (1599)	STC 3682.5; ESTC S105535	12,283	80

beeleeue him And for his goodnesse with my sinnes did grieue him I saw him faultlesse yet I did offend him I saw him wronged and yet did not excuse him I saw his foes yet sought not to defend him I had his blessings yet I did abuse him But was it mine or any others deed Whos 's ere it was it makes my heart to bleed To see the feete that traueld for our good To see the hands that brake the liuely bread To see the head whereon our honour stood To see the fruit where on our spirits fed These feet hands bored and his head all bleeding Who doth not dye with such a sorrow reading Hee plaest all rest yet had no resting place Hee healed each paine yet liud in sore distresse Deserud all good yet driuen to great disgrace Gaue all hearts ioy himselfe in heauinesse Suffered them liue by whome himselfe was slaine Lord who can liue to see such loue againe A Virgins childe by vertuous power conceiued A harmelesse man that liu'd for all mens good A faithfull friend that neuer faith deceiued A heauenly frute for heart especiall food A spirit all of excellence diuine Such is the essence of this loue of myne Whose Mansion heauen yet lay within a manger Who gaue all food yet suckt a virgins breast Who could haue kild yet fled a threatned danger who sought our quiet by his owne vnrest who dyed for them which highly did offend him And liues for them which can not comprehend him Who came no further then his father sent him Who did fullfill but what he did cōmand him Who praid for them that proudly did torment him For telling truth to what they did demand him Who did all good that humbly did intreat him And bare their blowes that did vnkindly beat him A sweet phisition for the body crased A heauenly medison for the minde diseased A present comfort for the wits amased A ioyfull spirit for the soule displeased The bodie minde wit and spirits ioye What is the world without him but annoy Hee knew the sicknesse that our soules infected And that his blood must onely bee our cure When so our faith his sacred loue affected that for our liues hee would a death indure Hee knew his passion yet his patience bare it Oh how my soule doth sorrow to declare it Hee heald the sick gaue sight vnto the blinde Speach to the dum and made the lame to goe Vnto his loue hee neuer was vnkinde Hee loued his friend and hee forgaue his foe And last his death for our loue not refused What soule could liue to see such loue misused To note his words what wisdome they containe To note his wisdome of all worth the wonder To note his works what glory they doe gaine To note his worth world heauen and earth come vnder To note the glory that his Angells giue him Fie that the world to such disgrace should driue him Vnseene hee came hee might bee seene vnto vs Vnwelcome seemd that came for all our wealth Hee came to die that hee might comfort doe vs VVee slew the subiect of our spirts health The subiect no the king of all our glory VVeep heart to death to tell this dolefull story A Lyon where his force should bee affected And yet a Lamb in mildnesse of his loue As true as Turtle to his loue elected Sure as mount Sion that can neuer moue So milde a strength and so fast truth to proue VVhat soule can liue and lack so sweet a loue Hee preacht hee praid hee fasted and hee wept The sweet creator for his sinfull creature The carefull watch full warely hee kept That brake the neck euen of their foulest nature And when hee did to happie state restore vs Shall wee not weepe that hee may not abhor vs To hate a loue must argue lothsome nature To wrong a friend must proue too foule a deede To kill thy selfe will shew a curssed creature To slay the soule no more damnation neede Then spoyle the fruit whereon the spirit feedeth O what a hell within the soule it breedeth Hee thought no ill but only did all good Hee gaue all right and yet all wrong receiued The fiends temptation strongly hee withstood Yet let himselfe by sinners bee deceiued And see at last when he was woe-be-gone him The traytorous world did tyranize vpon him His faultlesse members nayled on the crosse His holy head was crowned all with thornes His garments giuen by lots to gaine our losse His power derided all with scoffes and skornes His body wounded and his spirit vexed To thinke on this what soule is not perplexed Poore Peter wept when hee his name denied And Mary Magdalen wept for hir offence His mother wept when shee his death espied But yet no teares could stand for his defence But if these wept to see his wofull case Why die not I to think of his disgrace Happie was hee that suffered death so ny him That at his end repentance might behould him Twise happie life that did in loue so trie him As to his faith such fauour did vnsould him As crauing comfort but in mercies eyes That selfe same day did liue in Paradise Would I had beene ordaind to such a death To die with him to liue with him for euer And from the aire but of this blessed breath To suck the life whose loue might faile me neuer And drinck of that sweet spring that neuer wasteth And feede of that lifes bread that euer lasteth Oh would my soule were made a sen of teares Myne eies might wake and neuer more be sleeping My heart may beare the paines all pleasure weares So I might see him once yet in my weeping When ioyfull voice this song might neuer cease My Sauiours sight hath set my soule in peace Should I esteeme of any worldly toy That might beehould the height of such a treasure Could I bee Iudas to my chiefest ioy To gaine possession of a gracelesse pleasure No could my soule in comfort once conceiue him I hope his mercy would not let mee leaue him Blest was the fish that but the figure swallowed Of my sweet Iesus but in Ionas name More blessed tombe by that sweet body hallowed From whence the ground of all our glory came Might not my soule bee sooner in a wish Would I were such a tombe or such a fish But Ionas left the sea and came to land And Iesus from the earth to heauen ascended Why should I then vpon more wishes stand But cry for mercy where I haue offended And say my soule vnworthy is the place Euer to see my Sauiour in the face Yet let mee not despaire of my desire Although euen hell doe answere my desert Where humble hope that pittie doth aspire Proues penitencie the pacyfiing part Where mercy sweet that sees my soules behauiour May graunt mee grace to see and serue my Sauiour Whome till I see in sorrowes endlesse anguish All discontent with all that I can see Resolud in soule in sorrowes