Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	father_n	holy_a	person_n	23,263	5	5.9853	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65256	Flamma sine fumo, or, Poems without fictions hereunto are annexed the causes, symptoms, or signes of several diseases with their cures, and also the diversity of urines, with their causes in poeticl measures / by R.W.	R. W. (Rowland Watkins)	1662 (1662)	Wing W1076; ESTC R9085	61,985	160

die to morrow Life is to him no joy nor yet a sorrow Hell Qui per malam vitam negligit ●oel●m per justi●●am Dei cadit in Infernum GOOD Lord deliver me from hell where grief Is without end and pain without relief In this dark dungeon damned spirits l●e Where the foul wo●m of conscience doth not die Nor fire go out where the most wretched soul Doth but in vain for pardon cry and houl Here they do gnash their teeth they spend sad tea●s Full of distractions horrid thoughts and fears From Gods sweet presence from eternal light From holy Angels and from Saints delight F●om heavens glory now they banisht are What torment is this no man can d clare If after twenty thousand years of pain And thousands more the damn'd were sure to ga●n A pardon and come out this grant would be Some comfort to them in their misery But there is no such hope the Judgement 's past And cannot be revok'd the gate is fast And never can be opened who can tell What dreadful lamentations are in hell I know that heaven is above but how Or where hell stands Lord let me never know The prosperity of the wicked Vt paupert as bonorum est beata sic prosperit as impi●rum est maledicta SOmetimes the wicked flourish like the bay Which still keeps green when better trees decay Have you observ'd how little streams do swell And rise above their banks and then have fell And sunk into their Channels so we know Base men have risen high then fallen low That Kingdom is in an unhappy case Where Cedars fall and shrubs possess their place With joy and pleasure Upstarts climb the hill Again they tumble down against their will Those men do much mistake who only measure A Christians welfare by his worldly treasure An Angel hath no gold no beasts nor land And yet he is not poor his wealth doth stand In better things although the just mans store Is small he hath enough and needs no more God doth his grace instead of wealth impart And with contentment doth enrich his heart The bad m●ns wealth with discontent doth dwell His heaven is but interm'xt with hell Be not in love with gold a golden purse Is without grace no blessing but a curse The Martyr Martyrium est baptismus sanguinis SOme in gay feathers do the Peacocks play While 't is fair weather and a sunny day But when 't is clouded and the storms begin Like fearful snails they keep their horns within Pure Fountain-water doth most heat contain The winter time Good men in greatest pain And hardest times or dangers valiant prove And do express the greatest heat of love A Christian from his faith will never start If thousands should present and fire his heart He loves not life life is to him a pain He fears not death death is to him a gain He dies a Saint for truth who spends his breath The cause proclaims a Martyr not the death The blood of Martyrs is the fru●tful seed Which being sown doth still more Christians breed The DEVIL Monstrum horr●ndum informe ingens cui lumen ademptu● GOD bless me from the Devil ●oe to man If God rules not that great Leviathan D●●k soggy mists he c●sts before our eyes To make us credit his phantastick lyes His greatest proffers are but painted toyes 〈◊〉 th●ough with grief and onely fac'd with joyes With pleasant potions and with sugred pil●● The Devil tempts his patient when he kills He tempted David with Bathsheba fair J●das with silver-pieces whom despair Brought to perdition with a beauteous face He brought two wanton Elders to disgrace With Naboths vineyard Achab he beguil'd So he with blood his guilty hands defil'd He cozen'd Achan with a wedge of gold Eve with an apple No man can unfold His various tricks he knoweth when to fish What bait you love what things you chiefly wish Three ways he useth most Wine women wealth By which he creeps into the heart by stealth Resist him at the first he 'll flie away Get but the morning and you have the day The Sinners Petition Non opus est misericordia ubi non est peccatum AFter some sick and tedious hours of night The Patient longs for the approaching light The thirsty Deer doth panting run and look Desiring to find out the water-b●ook So pants my soul and sighs and longs to see Thy saving health to make thy servant free How am I circled with thick clouds of sin And still a thred of vain delights I spin The Sun of glory these da●k clouds can chase And cleer me with the beauty of his face Wash Lord my sca●let sins that knowest how To make me w●●te● than the ●l●e●e of snow Remember not my rash and ill spent youth When I could fancy lyes and hate the truth Those sins are wormwood now and bitter gall My pleasures then I now my sorrows call I creep unto thy gate and do implore Thy gracious love to cure my cankred sore Receive me in although I come so late Thou hast the keyes to open heavens gate A Hymn HEar me thou God of my delight Me inspire with thy fire Pure and bright Cleer my face with thy grace Turn I pray night to day With the beams of thy glorious light My waters calm and cure me with thy balm Have in store for my sore Some redress Rid my fears wipe the tears Which mine eyes do surprise And me with thy pleasures bless Great King break not a bruised reed Give me bread to be sed At my need Call to mind Lo●d how kind Christ thy Son me hath won When his ●recious side must bleed Keep me f●om thrall and let me never fall Into woe l●st my soe May be glad Let thy wing comfort b●ing To my ●●nd when I find My soul in her ●●●rning 〈◊〉 All laud unto the glorious King Whose great love we may prove By each thing Heart and voice shall rejoyce And my breath unto death Shall harmonious Anthems sing Lord when I die let my spirit flie To thy throne where alone Thou dost raign Perfect health and true wealth Quiet peace never cease In thy Kingdom there 's no pain Glory unto the Father be To the Son it be done Equally Praise and boast th' Holy Ghost With thy power every hour One true God in Persons three Now 't is even as heretofore it was And shall be certainly Evermore His great light hath no night Nor can he changed be But remains as he was before Drunkenness Elrietas brevis est insania USE golden Temperance that anchor may In greatest floods thy boat that wanders stay Who drinks too much and doth in t●verns dwell May want a drop to cool his tongue in hell Po●ts write of Men transform'd to b●asts if true I do believe they were some Drunken ●●ue No Wolf no Ass more fierce more shameless can Or careless be than is a drunken man Lust murder folly falshood anger pride Possess foul