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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	body_n	resurrection_n	soul_n	5,493	5	5.6473	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58818	A sermon preach'd at the funeral of Sir John Buckworth, at the parish-church of St. Peter's le Poor in Broadstreet, December 29, 1687 by John Scott.	Scott, John, 1639-1695.	1688 (1688)	Wing S2072; ESTC R14391	14,116	40

this flattering Dream of happiness from which if they persist in it the dire experience of a woful Eternity will ere long awake them than frequently to entertain their minds with the thoughts of their departure hence For when I set my self seriously to think of my dying hour that fairly represents to my deluded mind the true state and condition of all worldly happiness Here I plainly see that I am Tenant at will to a thousand contingencies in every one of whose power it is to turn me out of the World and out of my Happiness together every moment of my life and that when I have erected this childish Castle of Cards and housed my self in it as in an imaginary Fortress of impregnable security it is in the power of every puff of wind to blow it down about my ears and bury me in its ruins In every serious prospect of my Mortality I behold all my worldly enjoyments which promised me such mountains of happiness standing round my death-bed mocking at all my foolish hopes and exposing my baffled expectations to scorn and derision and whilst in the anguish of my Soul I cry out to them O ye helpless impotent things what are now become of all your boasted comforts you that promised to be a heaven upon earth to me why do not ye now help me in this my last Extremity why do not ye quench my raging Thirst why do not ye cool my feaverish Blood why do not ye ease my labouring Heart and quiet my convulsed and tormented Bowels All the Answer they return is this Alas poor deluded fool 't is not in us to relieve or succour thee But what will ye then forsake and abandon me and shall I have nothing left of all the mighty goods you promised but only a Grave a Coffin and a Winding-sheet Alas poor deceived wretch we leave not thee but thou must leave us being summoned away by a fatal power which we can neither bribe nor resist thy body must go down into a cold dark Grave and there lye utterly insensible till the Resurrection thy Soul must pass into the Region of Spirits whither we are not permitted to follow thee and where thou wilt have nothing to live upon to all Eternity but only the Graces and Vertues of thy own mind Farewel then ye Treacherous Cheats and Impostors that promised so much and now perform so little miserable Comforters are ye all and Physicians of no value Such thoughts as these the remembrance of our Mortality will be frequently suggesting to us and if such thoughts do not cool and allay the heat of our Affections to the world we are incurably fond of being deceived and abused by it II. Frequently to remember our departure hence is very necessary to allay the Vanity and Gaiety of our own minds whilest we are encompassed with the delights of this World our minds are generally too frolick and jovial to admit of any serious impressions and if at any time any good thoughts come in to visit us as those two Angels did Lot in Sodom to warn us of the dire Fate that hangs over us our Affections like the drunken Sodomites are presently all in an uproar and will never be quiet till those unwelcome guests be thrown out that disturb our Riots and mingle harsh Discords with our jovial Airs and so long as we continue in this light vain temper there is nothing will be grateful to us but frothy mirth or loose company or gay Ideas of our selves and of our own Wit or Wealth or Beauty or Finery And thus we shall fool away our Lives in perpetual Vanity and Impertinence in rolling about from Vanity to Vanity and never be Serious till we are forced to it by some woful experience But now to fix such a Roving and Volatile temper and thereby to render it accessible and hospitable to wise and good Thoughts I know nothing more necessary than the frequent Remembrance of our Mortality for as for the future Worlds of endless Joy and Torment though they are in themselves the most serious things in the World yet being both Future and Invisible Vain and Sensual Minds are not so capable of apprehending them with that degree of certainty that is necessary to render them affecting and prevalent But that we must die we are all as certain of as of our present Existence and therefore this if any thing must move and affect us If therefore together with those gay Idea's that possess our Minds we would ever and anon mingle that of our Mortality that would soon reduce our squandered Thoughts and make us Serious in despight of our teeth As for instance when in thy night Thoughts thou art priding thy self in the Pomp and Splendor of thy outward condition think thus with thy self Alas within a little while this Bed which now is as gay and as soft as the Sleep and the Sins it entertains must be my Death-bed here I must lye a languishing sad Corps which nothing in all this World can help or ease so that though now I should go on to add House to House and Lands to Lands even till I am become the Lord of all my Horizon yet in that sad Hour all these will no more be able to relieve me than the Landskip of them upon my Walls or my Hangings then I may as successfully go to my Pictures and try to entertain my Mirth and Luxuries with them or to recreate my Ear with hearkening after painted sounds or to gratifie my Palate with the Image of a Feast as to give my self any ease or content with these gay things I am now so proud of And when at length I have groaned away my fleeting Breath I must be removed from all my company attendance into a dark lonely and desolate hole of Earth where all my present Pomp must expire and be overcast with Everlasting Darkness Again when in the Morning thou art entertaining thy Vanity with thy Beauty thy Wit or thy fine Cloaths think thus with thy self Alas fond Soul all these gay objects of thy Pride must ere long convert to Rottenness and Corruption that curled Forehead must be bedewed with clammy Sweats those sprightly Eyes must wax as dim as a sullied Mirror that charming Voice must grow as weak as the faint Echoes of a distant Valley and all those Lilies and Roses on thy Cheeks must wither into the paleness of Death and shroud themselves in the horrors of the Grave Again when in the Afternoon thou hast been entertaining thy self with Mirth or Sport or Luxury go down into the Charnel-house and there survey a while the numerous Trophies of victorious Death In these gastly Mirrors thou beholdest the true Resemblance of thy future State forty years ago that naked Skull was covered like thine with a thick fleece of curled and comely Locks those empty holes were filled with Eyes that looked as charmingly as thine those hollow Pits were blanched with Cheeks that were as smooth and