Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	ghost_n	holy_a	trinity_n	7,211	5	10.1332	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59158	A pick-tooth for the Pope: or The pack-mans Pater Noster Set down in a dialogue, betwixt a pack-man, and a priest. Translated out of Dutch by S. I. S. and newly augmented and enlarged by his son, R. S.	Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625.; Sempill, Robert, 1595?-1665?	1669 (1669)	Wing S2495; ESTC R220992	14,443	31

'l rather quite his God and turn an Atheist Now what profession will they not permit For profit in their Sodom for to sit Except true Protestants most Apostolick And pure professors Christians Catholick Such they will never suffer in their city They persecute them all and have no pity But still pursue them both with sword and fire Like mad-men in their fury and their ire And like blood-thirstie raging Lyons roaring After their preyes like hungry Wolves devouring The blood of Saints when they can apprehēd them I hope in God he dayly shal defend them Against their Devilish desperate intentions And their invective Jesuits inventions And all their wicked wiles and subtile shots Their most abominable powder plots See from their fountains what sweet water spring To send out tongues to kill their native Kings Both Prince and people to destroy they care not Man wife and child to put to death they spare no Mark what a vile report Queen Katherin caries For that mad Massacre she made at Paris Should any soul such sake-less slaughter smother So mishently committed by her Mother Who sent out bloody Boutchers to cut down The whole Protestants present in the town Both under trust and under cloud of night But I repose in Jacobs God of might He will undoubtedly ere it be long Both judge their cause and eke revēge their wrong Albeit their bones be buried in the dust In God Omnipotent I put my trust As in the sacred Fathers we do read The blood of Saints shal be the Churches seed Though ye think your Profession true and pure Had ye a spunk of grace Man I am sure Hearing me make so many true relations How Rome maintains so gross abominations Her devilish doctrine soon ye would despite And questionless her courses quickly quite For Rome we see retains into her Treasure Popes perjury profanity and pleasure Priests Papists Pardons Prelates Priors punks Mass matines matrons mumbling with their Monks Contentious Jesuits counterfeit contrition That hellish hole of Spanish Inquisition Earth Epicures equivocating elfs Puft up with pampering pride of paltred pelfs Terrestrial temporizers truthless traitors False fained faithless filthie fornicators Unhappy hypocrites unwholsome whoors In beastly borthels Babylonish bowrs With shameless strumpets in their stinking Stewes Invyous Jesuits invective Jews Equivocation mental reservation The devil devis'd such doctrine for damnation They eat their God they kill their King they cousen Their neighbor is not this a great abusing With many monstrous things I cannot name On which to think it makes me sweat for shame As are these Rites maintain'd in Romes theatre And first the casting of their holy water Their exorcisme their images their altars Of crosses cups and pals Popes are exalters Of candles and of Churches consecration With vestments in the Church for decoration Their hypocritical hid Hermetages Their pennance and polluted pilgrimages Free-will and humane merite for offences With jugling Jubilees and indulgences And of the Saints their idle invocation And by the Pope their curst Canonization Auricular Confession vile pollution And for their sins a pay'd for absolution Their private Masses and their murmuration Their elevation transubstantiation Sir John if ye would hear me but record Some verses on the Supper of our Lord It was a friend of mine to me did send them Hee 's not a Christian will not commend them Priests make Christs both body and soul we need not doubt They eat drink box him up they bear about One is too little bread and wine Holds not him several so we dine Thou with thy Christ I with mine Is thy mouth the Virgine womb Is bread her seed Are thy words the holy Ghost Is this our Creed O presumptuous undertaker Never Cake could make a Baker Yet the Priest can make his Maker What 's become of all these Christs the Priests have made Do these hostes of ostes abide or do they fade One Christ abides the rest do flie One Christ he lives the rest do die One Christ is true the rest a lie R. S. Into the Gospel Take ye Eat ye Christ saith For which Receive ye Swallow ye your Priest saith See how by Popes the Sacraments are driven Where Christ makes two they ad five so make sevē For Baptism and the Supper of the Lord These only two did Christ to us afford With Christ his institution not content To these two true five bastards they augment A bastards name doth duly them befit For they were never reabled as yet Nor ever shal but still will be abhor'd Because they have no warrant from the Lord As Confirmation Pennance Extreme Unction With Priestly Orders to adorn their function And Matrimony they maintain as one But here 's a wondrous thing to think upon How Popes do call themselves Sorvi servorum Yet in procession keep a strange Docorum They tread on necks of Kings upon the street And forcing Emperors to kiss their feet Doth God the Father in his Law allow These vile inventions your Church doth avow Doth Christ his Son into his Gospel give Such wayes to walk in such faith to believe Or doth the holy Ghost in us inspire More then the Law and Gospel doth require The Father hath prescriv'd to us a Law To keep us in obedience and aw And Christ his Son our Savior did provide us His glorious Gospel always for to guide us The holy Ghost doth from them both proceed To guard us from our sins in time of need If we transgress the Law of God the Father Then neither grace nor comfort can we gather If we believe not in his only Son Then our belief is doubtlesly undone And if we breath not of the holy Ghost Then is our labor all our life-time lost But Gods Commandements your Kirk renverses Some she conjoyns and others she disperses She trusts in Saints and Angels many one And should trust in the Trinity alone Wherefore Gods holy Sprit can nev'r attend her Nor in distress or danger ev'r defend her And though she reign a while in pompe and pride I hope in God my good and gracious guide To her the true Religion hee 'll advance Ere long and bring her out of ignorance Wherein she hath these many hundreth years Lyen wilfully which manifest appears By her unwillingness from thence to part She is so obdurate and hard of heart So that except God by his mighty hand Her power her pride and cruelty withstand And force her from her filthiness to flie Of errors great and gross idolatrie So if she follow not Christs true instruction I fear her final dangerous destruction Which God forbid I hope in his own time Hee 'll both forgive and purge her of all crime Heard ever ye Sir John a purpose quicker To prove the Pope to be Christs only Vicar S. I. S. And though he were full Vicar to our Lord Should not his words and Christs keep one accord Priest Doubtless they do and never are contrary In Pater noster Creed nor