Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	fire_n	ghost_n	holy_a	6,369	5	5.6726	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37604	De fastis Anglicis, sive Calendarium Sacrum The holy calendar : being a treble series of epigrams upon all the feasts observed by the Church of England : to which is added the like number of epigrams upon some other more especiall daies, which have either their footsteps in Scripture, or are more remarkeable in this kingdome / composed by Nathanael Eaton ...	Eaton, Nathaniel, 1609?-1674.	1661 (1661)	Wing E116; ESTC R23217	28,909	82

the holy Elements are blest By the Priests powerful lips though nothing there To outward sense but Bread and Wine appear Yet doth there under those dark formes reside The body of the Son of Man that dy'd This what bold tongue soever doth deny Gives in effect even Christ himself the ly Yet this whoe're too grosly doth maintain Pulls his ascended Lord from Heaven again A middle course 'twixt those two rocks to steer Is that becomes the Christian Mariner So to beleeve the Ascension as to grant His real Presence in the Sacrament Yet so his Real Presence there to own As not to make void his Ascension Epig. 3. THe grave and hell were both subdu'd nought In those dark coasts was further to be wrought Heaven yet barr'd up her Azure gates to win An entrance there and bring his ransom'd in Our Lord ascends and with a powerful hand Throws ope those clasped doors that did withstand Our dear acquir'd admission Happy day Wherein we by a new and living way His flesh the vail have found a means into The holy-holy place assur'd to go What shall our joys henceforth retard when Hell And death and heaven are all atton'd so well Whitsunday Epig. 1. LOrd I would fain thy bounteous grace admire Which gav'st thy Spirit this day in flames of fire But cannot do 't if that same fire of thine Which fill'd their glowing bosoms fill not mine Fain I would of those cloven tongues relate Which this day on thy dear Apostles sate But cannot speak alas as I should do Unless one of those tongues be given me too None Lord can love nor praise thee well but those On whom thy self both fire and tongue bestows Epig. 2. YOu that despise all humane helps whereby Men are prepared for the Ministry And boast you have the Spirit enabling you Better then all their Books and Arts can do Be not deceiv'd fond men 't is more to be Fitted for such a work then you can see Those whom the Holy Ghost doth thus inspire He comes to them in tongues as well as fire Show us but them and wee 'l allow your call If not we heed not your vain brags at all Epig. 3. DIvided tongues made Babels building cease But now thy Zions buildings do encrease That was a curse the fruit of sin but this One of the Churches greatest blessings is Had not that gone before no need had been T' have had this other mercy given in But such was now our state that onely that Could cure the plague which first the plague begat Trinity Sunday Epig. 1. THree and but one and one yet branch'd in three I know not Lord how this strange thing can be But 't is no matter what blind worm I know So I can but beleeve that it is so Epig. 2. TAke heed ye bold enquirers how ye pry Too much into this sacred mystery 'T is safer to beleev then search too far Into those truths that so transcendent are The eyes that gaze too long upon the Sun Are often stricken blind ere they have done Epig. 3. TEll me ye Atheists that beleeve no more Then what your reason fathoms that vast store Of rouling waters that doth daily flow Into the Ocean whither doth it go What Cisterns do those big swoln streams maintain That every tide are emptied in the main What dark instinct compels the churlish steel The loadstones undiscerned force to feel Or if you will ever vulgar things survey Those which you taste and handle every day Take me the seeds of every plant and tree Of every herb and flower that grows and see If when you have ript them open you can find A reason why they bring forth such a kind And not another where that virtue lyes That such a form and taste and smell supplies So proper to it self that nothing well The same except it self can parallel Hence let your serious thoughts reflect agen On the strange Fabrick both of Beasts and men Their bones their veins their arteries and all Th' essential stamps they bear and casual The colour of their hair their eyes and skin The extent their age and stature's bounded in And tell me whether your quick-sight can read The ground of all these wonders in the seed Poor Skepticks in these common things below The furthest that your utmost skill can go Is only to discern that thus they be But why they 're thus alas you cannot see Yet with th' Almighty you are grown so bold That though you in his Holy Word be told That that one ever blessed Essence is Distinguish'd into three Hypostasies And that those three Hypostasies abide Still one same Essence undiversified Yet is it not enough for you to know That thus it is unless we further show You why and how it can be thus and bring Some proofs besides his Dixit of the thing But go to you Blasphemers if there be No other way to clear this Mysterie Unto your staggering Faith but sense be sure One day though then 't will be too late a cure Your very eyes shall see and seeing pine The glory of the Trin-une Vni-trine April 1. ROmans this Month to Venus did assign From whom their Prince Aeneas drew his line Her Aphrodite from those white froths they call Which gave their Goddess his original And the Month April 'T is a nobler wombe From whence our Princes high descent doth come Nor is' t from spurious froaths but Seas that we May draw we think her Etymologie Put all together froaths with Seas compare View what both Princes what their mothers are And if the odds with Venus still remain Let her the guidance of this Month retain But if our Marie have a juster right Let her assume the place of Aphrodite The Feasts of April 2. ON Aprils three and twentieth George bestrides His warlike steed and ' gainst the Dragon rides The twenty fift to raise our wonder more The winged Lyon's voice is heard to roar Saint George Epig. 1. SEe here in Georges Portraiture a true Description of what Christians ought to do No civill warrs no brothers blood imbrues His righteous hands he no such foes pursues The cross his Engsin is his Faith his shield His sword the Scripture his own heart the Field His enemy the Dragon him alone He thinks it worth his while to set upon O God that we who George our champion call Save such as these would fight no fights at all Epig. 2. WOuldst thou a combat undertake wherein Thou might'st be sure the victory to win And with it gain a Kingdome too then fight Saint Georges duels let thy opposite Be the red Dragon and on him be sure Thou both the one and th' other shalt procure For none ere fought with him but won the day And none ere won but bore a Crown away Epig. 3. VVHether George a humane creature were indeed Or but an Embleme of that promised seed Whom God of old had set apart to tread Upon the conquered Serpents