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	show_v	son_n	5,912	5	5.7697	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58778	The poems of Ben. Johnson, Junior being a miscelanie of seriousness, wit, mirth, and mysterie in [brace] Vulpone, The dream, Iter bevoriale, Songs, &c. / composed by W.S., Gent.	W. S.; Johnson, Ben, Junior.	1672 (1672)	Wing S203; ESTC R37195	39,315	120

him Dancing for joy there 's nothing now can fear them The greedy Wolf and Fox cannot come near them The bearded Goats apart from him do stand The little Lambs he feeds with his own hand In his warm tender bosome they are nurst With his heart-blood he satisfies their thirst To pay their debts upon the Cross he hung Good Pellican that bleeds to feed his young TRANSPORT My soul mad drunk with love that still did mi●… him Among the Doves I cannot choose but find him Drest in the flames of love saw you my Dear One milk-white Dove did whisper in mine ear Behold in yonder flourishing Grove of Mirtles Thy Lover sits the King of all the Turtles His mate so constant that he doth not doubt her His love so great he cannot live without her He courts and to be courted she is willing Musick of hearts whose melody is billing In an eternal knot espous'd they be He full of love a modest Virgin she His love eternal is and hath no date He is thy Turtle and thou art his Mate Father of Spirits Angels and the rest Bright flame of love within Jehovahs brest Upon the day of Penticost he came With cloven tongues and in a fiery flame This spreading fire from East to West was hurl'd Whose holy sparks did kindle all the world Till Antichrist did poyson this pure life And quench this heavenly fire with floods of strife But now he 's come the second time whose breath Will plague the Beast and whip the Whore to death Unto the sturdy Plowman then I pass Such as of old the Prophet Amos was Rid my Love this way on his milk white Steed Amos reply'd thy Lover is the Seed He sows himself into thy fruitful mind That at the Harvest he himself may find There 's nothing but himself that he doth save All but himself lyes rotting in the Grave The perfect new man which from heaven descended Returns when this frail mortal life is ended Thy Soul 's the Land where he himself doth sow The Spirits holy breath makes it to grow Refreshed by the heavens distilling rain It multiplies into a field of grain All flowers of Paradice grow to delight 'um Grace after grace springs up ad infinitum Inquiring of the Shrubs who weep and mourn Hanging their heads this answer they return By resignation and humilitie A little Plant becomes a stately Tree All look on Trees that on the Mountains grow But those are safest that are plac'd below Jehovah's thunder doth not overtake them The wildest Hurricano cannot shake them They flourish like the Lillies without care He is their life and they his being are I march among the Rich hoping to find him Voluptuous pomp gave them no time to mind him Ratling of Coaches in their brain did rout them A train of Sycophants plac'd round about them Whose soothing language lavishly did measure Their Summum bonum to consist in pleasure The world 's a Hogstye O that word hereafter Where men like Swine are fatted for the slaughter I row my Boat unto the ragged shoar To the despised rich contented poor Who in the heavens have laid up all their treasure Where they have riches without end or measure Where rests my love when Sol at noon is riding Upon his flaming Steeds where 's his abiding He dwelleth in the low and humble mind That prostrate lyes before his feet resign'd Such simple innocence without all skill Like new-born babes that know no good nor ill Poor naked nothings numbred with the dead Have sold their ornaments for heavenly bread Whose souls are purifyed from filthy mire By passing through the Purgatorian fire A noble battail ' gainst themselves proclaim'd Their passions and affections wholly tam'd Great Alexander with his noble crew Conquering the world the world could not subdue Another Empire large he had to win To tame that little world that was within We that are crown'd with double victory In these poor Coats are greater Kings than he To the Vniversity I set my face Among the Rabbies of that reverend place I hunted out the chief for fame reputed And unexpectedly I was saluted By one whose beard was snow whose face was frost Train'd in the noble School of Penticost In Christ-church Colledge a resplendent light And by degree a learned Jesuite Chief of that Order with all knowledge blest Skil'd in the heavenly Magick of the east 'T was one of those brave Magi that from far Did visit Jesus guided by a Star Offering rich presents Frankincense and Spice To offer me his councel was not nice And that he might my lawful audience win He kist me thrice and thus he did begin What vanity on childish arts to look And leave unstudied thine own learned book Thy book hath but three leaves leaves that are few The wisdom great all that all worlds can shew Thy Soul 's that noble book wherein doth lye Heaven hell and earth time and Eternity He that can read this book he must inherit The wisdom of the Father Son and Spirit This book hath long been claps'd and clos'd within Seal'd and shut up by th' angry Cherubin In heaven and earth none worthy none was fit But the dear Lamb God's heart to open it To keep it lockt the anger did decree Love did unseal the book and set it free A Library of books in this book find Printed and fairly written in thy mind Whose lines are gold indited by the Dove Whose letters are the sparkling flames of love Teipsum nosce leave their tittle tattle And then thou knowest more then Aristotle Study thy self if thou wouldst knowledge win Faith will unlock the golden gate within Let wisdome bridle passions in the Soul Good Servants but ill Lords if they controul Hell lies in wait to crucify thy lover Heaven with it's Angels at thy door doth hover Seraphick Angels with immortal power Thy Guardian strength attend thee every hour Vain roving thoughts Moss troopers do way lay thee With their hail Master kiss thee to betray thee Thought follows thought as wave on waves do roul And all to steal away the wandring Soul Like thieving Pickaroons in Neptunes hall They sail about thy brain to plunder all If they once bring thine heart unto their shoar Poor Gally-slave they 'l chain thee to the Oar O keep thine heart intire for him alone Who rules the heavens makes thy heart his throne This lower world is a deceitful cage Where mortals act their part as on a stage Some march into the field and some retreat Disguis'd like Maskers all is but a cheat Play how you please when you have thrown your cast Death comes and sweeps away the stake at last Look not so big thy life is but a span 'T is a wise part to act the honest man For toys thy future bliss do not destroy Prepare thy mind for that sweet land of joy Where all things do in equal temper grow Nor hot nor cold with you it is not so The torrid