Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	day_n	lord_n	soul_n	7,378	5	4.9322	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04335	A godly dream, compyled by Elizabeth Melvil, Lady Culrosse younger. At the request of a friend.	Colville of Culross, Elizabeth Colville, Lady.	1686 (1686)	Wing M1649A; ESTC R180513	9,296	16

A GODLY DREAM COMPYLED BY ELIZABETH MELVIL LADY CULROSSE younger At the Request of a FRIEND Introito per angustam portam nam lata est via quae ducit ad interitum Printed in the Year 1686. A GODLY DREAM UPon a day as I did mournful sore For sundry things wherewith my soul w●●● gri●● My grid increased and grew more and ma●● I comfort fled and could not be reliev'd With heavinesse my heart was sore mischiev'd I loath'd my life I could not eat nor drink I might not speak nor look to none that lived But musde alone and diverse things did think 2 This wretched world did so molest my mind I thought upon this false and iron age And how our hearts are so to vice inclin'd That Satan seem'd most fearfully to rage Nothing on earth my sorrow could asswage I felt my sin so strongly to increase I griev'd the Sprit was wont to be my pledge My soul was plung'd into most deep distresse 3 All merrinesse did aggravate my pain And earthly joyes did still increase my wo In company I could no wayes remain But fled resort and so alone did go My silly soul was tossed to and fro With sundry thoughts which troubled me full sore I preas'd to pray but sighs oreset me so I could do nought but groan and say no more 4 The trickling tears abundantly ran down My heart was eas'd when I had mournd my fill Then I began my lamentation And said O Lord how long is it thy will That thy poor saints shall be afflicted still Alas how long shal subtile Sathan rage Make haste O Lord thy promise to fulfil Make haste to end our painful pilgrimage 5 The silly Saints are tossed to and fro Awake O Lord why sleepest thou so long We have no strength against our cruel foe In sighs and sobs now changed is our song ●●e world prevails our enemies are strong ●●e wicked rage but we are poor and weak ●hen thy self with speed revenge thy wrong ●●ke short these dayes even for thy chosens sake 6 Lord Jesus come and save thine own Elect ●●r Satan seeks our sillie souls to slay ●he wicked world doth strongly us insect ●ost wondrous sins increase do day by day ●ur love growes cold our zeal is worne away ●ur faith is faild and we are like to fall ●●e Lyon roars to catch us as a prey ●●ke haste O Lord before we perish all 7 These are the dayes which thou so long foretold ●●uld come before this wretched world should end ●●w vice abounds and charity growes cold ●●d even thine own most strangely do oflend ●●e Devil prevails his forces he doth bend 〈◊〉 could be to wrack thy children dear 〈◊〉 we are thine therefore some succour send ●●lieve our souls we weary wandring here 8 What can we do we clogged are with sin filthy vice our sensleffe souls are drownd ●●ough we resolve we never can begin amend our lives but sin doth stil abound ●●en wilt thou come when shal thy trumpet sound ●hen shal we see that great and glorious day ●ave us Lord out of that pit profound 〈◊〉 reave us from that loathsome lump of clay ●hou knowes our hearts thou sees our whole desire 〈◊〉 secret thoughts they are not hid from thee ●●…ugh we offend thou knowes we strangely tyre bear this weight our sprit would fain be free 〈◊〉 O Lord what pleasure can it be ●ive in sin that sore doth preffe us down give us wings that we aloft my flee 〈◊〉 end the fight that we may wear the crown Before the Lord when I had thus complained My mind grew calm my heart was then at rest Though I was faint from food I yet refraind And went to bed because I thought it best With heavinesse my sprite was sore opprest I fel on sleep and so again me thought I made my moan and so my grief increast And from the Lord with tears I succour sought 11 Lord Jesus come said I and end my grief My sprite is vext the captive would be free All vice abounds now send us some relief I loath to live I wish dissolv'd to be My sprite doth long and thristeth after thee As thirstie ground requires a showre of rain My heart is dry as fruitlesse barren tree I feel my self how can I here remain 12 With sighs and sobs as I did so lament Into my dream me thought there did appear A sight most sweet which did me wel content An Angel bright with visage shining clear With loving looks and with a smiling chear He asked me why are thou thus so sad Why groans thou so what dost thou dwining here With careful cryes in this thy bailful bed 13 I hear thy sighs I see thy trickling tears Thou seems to be in some perplexity What mean thy moans what is the thing thou fear Whom would thou have in what place would thou Faint not so fast in thy adversity Mourn not so fore sith mourning may not mend Life up thy heart declare thy grief to me Perchance thy pain brings pleasure in the end 14 I sigh'd again and said alas for wo My grief is great I cannot it declare Into this earth I wander to and fro A pilgrim poor consum'd with sighing sore My sins place increase do more and more I loath my life I weary wandring here ●ong for heaven my heritage is there ●ong to live with my Redeemer dear 15 Is this the cause said he life up anone ●nd follow me and I shal be thy guide ●●e strain thy sighs leave off thy heavy moan ●efrain from tears and cast thy care aside ●rust in my strength and in my word confide ●nd thou shalt have thine heavy hearts desire ●se up with speed I may not long abide ●●eat diligence this matter doth require 16 My soul rejoye'd to hear his words so sweet ●ooked up and saw his face so fair ●is countenance reviv'd my weary sprite 〈◊〉 continent I cast aside my care ●ith humble heart I prayed him to declare ●hat was his Name he answer'd me again 〈◊〉 am thy God for whom thou sighs so sore 〈◊〉 now am come thy tears are not in vain 17 I am the Way I am the Truth and Life 〈◊〉 am thy Spouse that brings thee store of grace 〈◊〉 am thy Lord that soon will end thy strife 〈◊〉 am thy Love whom thou would fain imbrace 〈◊〉 am thy Joy I am thy rest and peace ●ile up anone and sollow after me 〈◊〉 shall thee lead into that dwelling place 〈◊〉 the land of rest thou longs so sore to see 18 With joyfull heart I thanked him again ●eady am I said I and well content ● wordo follow thee for here I live in pain 〈◊〉 wretch unworth my days untimely spent ●ot one is just but all are fiercely bent ●o run to vice I have no force to stand ●y sins increase which make me sore lament ●●ke haste O Lord I long to see that land 19 Thy haste is great he answer'd me again ●ou

thinst thee there thou art transported so 〈◊〉 pleasant place must purchas'd be with pain The way is strait and thou hast far to go Art thou content to wander to and fro Through great desarts through water and through Through thorns and briers and many dangers mo What sayest thou thy feeble flesh will tyre 20 Alace said I although my flesh be weak My Sprite is strong and willing for to flee O leave me not but for thy mercies sake Perform thy word or else for dool I die I feel no pain since I should follow thee The way is long yet bring me through at last Thou answeredst well I am content said he To be thy guide but see thou grip me fast 21 Then up I rose and made no more delay My feeble arms about his neck I cast He went before and still did guide the way Though I was weak my Sprite did follow fast Through mosse myre through ditches deep we●… Through pricking thorns through water throgh Through dreadful dens he made my heart agast He bare me up when I began to tyre 22 Sometimes we clamb on c●aigie mountain And sometimes stay'd on ugly brayes of sand They were so stay that wonder was to see But when I fear'd he held me by the hand Throgh thick thin through sea eke through Through great desarts we wandred on our way When I was weak and had no strength to stand Yet with a look he did refresh me ay 23 Through waters great we were compel'd to●… Which was so steep that I was like to drown Sometimes I sank but yet my gracious guide Did draw me up half dead and in a swown In woods most wilde and far from any town We thrusted through the briers together sta●… I was so weak their strength did beat me 〈◊〉 That I was forc'd for fear to flee aback 24 Courage said he thou art mid-way and more Thou must not tyre nor turn aback again Hold fast thy grip on me cast all thy care Affay thy strength thou shalt nor fight in vain I told thee first that thou shalt suffer pain The nearer heaven the harder is the way Lift up thy heart and let thy hope remain Since I am guide thou shalt not go astray 25 Forward we past on narrow bridge of tree Ov'r waters great which hideously did roar There lay below that fearfull was to see Most ugly beasts that gaped to devour My head grew light and troubled very sore My heart did fear my feet began to slide But when I cry'd he heard me evermore And helpt me up O blessed be my guide 26 Weary I was and thought to sit at rest But he said nay thou mayst not sit nor stand Hold on thy course and thou shal find it best It thou desires to see that pleasant land Though I was weak I rose at his commands And held him fast at length he let me see That pleasant place that seem'd to be at hand Take courage now for thou art near said he 27 I looked up into that Castle fair Glistring with gold and shining silver bright The stately tower did mount above the air They blinded me they cast so great a sight My heart was glad to see that joyfull fight My voyage then I thought it not in vain 〈◊〉 him besought to guide me there aright With many vows never to tyre again 28 Though thou be near the way is very hard ●aid he again therefore thou must be stout ●aint not for fear for towards are debar'd ●hat have no heart to go their voyage out ●luck up thine heart and grip me fast about Out through this trance together we must go The way is strait remember for to lout If this were past we have not many moe 29 I held him fast as he did give command And through the trance together then we went Where in the mids great pricks of iron did stand Where with my feet were all betorn and rent Take courage now said he and be content To suffer this the pleasure comes at last I answered not but ran incontinent Out through the fire and then the pain was past 30 When this was done my heart did daunce for I was so near I thought my voyage ended I ran before and sought not his convoy Nor askt the way because I thought I knew it On stately steps most stoutly I ascended Without his help I thought to enter there He followed fast and was right sore offended And hastily did draw me down the stair 31 What haste said he why ran thou so before Without mine help thinkst thou to climb too hie Come down again thou yet must suffer more If thou desires that dwelling place to see This stately stair it was not made for thee Holdst thou the course thou shalt be thrust aback Alace said I long wandring wearied me Which made me run the nearest way to take 32 Then he began to comfort me again And said my friend thou most not enter there Lift up thy heart thou yet must suffer pain The last assault of needs it must be sore This goodly way although it seem so fair It is too high thou cannot climb to stay But look below beneath a little stair And thou shalt see another kind of way 33 I looked down and saw a pit most black Most full of smoak and flamming fire most fell That ugly sight made me to Hee aback I fear'd to hear so many shout and yell I him besought that he the truth would tell Is this said I the Papists purging place Where they affirm that silly souls do dwell To purge their sins before they rest in peace 34 The brain of man must warely did invent That purging place he answer'd me again For greedinesse together they consent To say that souls in torment must remain While gold and goods relieve them of their pain O spitefull Sprits that do the same begin O blinded beasts your thoughts are all in vain By blood alone our souls are cleans'd from sin 35 This pit is bell where through thou now must go There is the way that leads to the land Then play the man thou needs not tremble so For I shal hold and help thee by the hand Alace said I I have no force to stand 〈◊〉 fear I faint to see that ugly fight How can I come amongst that bailful band Oh help me now I have no force to fight 36 Of have I heard that they that enter here ●n this great gull shall never come again Courage said he have I not bought thee dear My precious bloud it was not shed in vain 〈◊〉 saw this place my soul did taste this pain Ere ere I went into my Fathers glore Through must thou go but thou shalt not remain Thou needs not fear for I shall go before 37 I am content to do thy whole command ●id I again and did him fast embrace ●hen loving lie he held me by the hand ●nd in I went into that fearful place ●old