Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	heart_n	holy_a	lord_n	17,551	5	3.7649	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A75500	An apology for bishops or, a plea for learning, against those lying, rayling, and scandalous libels, so frequent, in despight of learning and learned men. Dedicated to all the lover [sic] of learning and vertue for the reformation of the abuses and corruptions of these times.		1641 (1641)	Wing A3543; Thomason E173_4; Thomason E167_12; ESTC R212686	2,133	7

AN APOLOGY FOR BISHOPS OR A PLEA FOR LEARNING AGAINST THOSE LYING RAYLNG AND SCANDALOUS LIBELS SO frequent in despight of Learning and Learned Men. DEDICATED TO ALL THE LOVER of Learning and Vertue for the Reformation of the abuses and corruptions of these Times Printed in the yeare 1641. Introduction To vindicate the truth now basely shent But yet not sham'd one mufe is forward bent Then give such power and guidance to my Quill Thou truths defender that thy glory still May be the end and scope of all my paines Which more delights my soule then worldly gaines INjurious times I can these latter dayes That should devoutly more and more upraise Th' almighties honor whose children should grow As th'ponderous world grows more and more in age Can it and we so much degenerate Oh griefe we doe the world is in no fault But horridly she shakes and stands agast To see fond Mortals desperately and fast Gigantikely gainst goodnesse wage a warre And set up Ignorance in Learnings charie Bishops whose long and undisputed right For hundred yeers struck error in a fright In whose successions still there has been found Continuall props to bear up Englands Crown Search Monumentall Records and you 'l see In ancient times muzled with Popery Still some of them like Atlas gainst sterne fate In boystering times uphold our tottering State And truly if I might compare and show The blessings which from their industry grow God making them his cheifest instruments To bring to passe which now 's our cheifst contents Witnesse graue Morton whose indicions head Found meanes to ioyne the white rose with the red And that good Durham Bishop whose wit did find The meanes by which England and Scotland's joynd But some will say what trayterous Subjects were These Bishops Becket Bonner Gardiner With many more I grant it verily Many were bad but yet I thus reply No order since the world did first begin Were't ne're so strict but some were full of sin I can recite such as no man can blame Induc'd with Learning and Religious Flame Especially since time of reformation And Pope in England had so sore damnation Who like Gods faithfull servants full of grace Made fire their Graves to see their Makers face As Crammer Ridley reverend Latimer Good Bishop Hooker zealous Bishop Farrar To lead the Armies of the living God Like good Ichoiada's they Antichrist withstood And after that the Marion troubles ended Elizabeth whom God so long defended Seated in tho English Throne she quickly cast Bloud sucking Tyrants into prison fast And in their places plac'd such shining Starres Who govern'd decently the Church held warres With Antichrist and knockt his triple Crowne To Hell from whence their Hellish doctrin's flowne Since whom what good men could I name but I Hate guiltinesse of partiality And know full well my praise can little skill Since their owne workes have merited so well The Function's so devout of such esteeme It ought to be though some sinister deeme Whose boyling hearts blowne up with satans spirit Strike at the Churches Basis would disinherit The Lords owne Tribe and let all Ignorance Schisme and Discord or other dire mischance Come tumbling in but that high Senates skil And holy Zeale that which is fitting will Establish and enact let slanderous pennes Scrible their hum●d rum stuffe fans right or sence Let the foale Co● combe Mercuries Messenger And that same doughty Asse of Lambeth Faire Goe on in this mad mood like dog bolt curres Who thinke to over-throw with false demurres The Truthes iust cause fling Libels all about To scandall raile to vilifie and slout Grave reverend Fathers each good Presbyter What though Archbishop Laud is prisoner Must that same senceles soul mouth'd graceles rogue Deride and scoffe who would I 'm sure collogue Were Laud in honours for to get a place Of trencher-scraper or groom unto his grace Laud has offended and it is my wish That all offenders taste of Lauds owne dish But though has done amisse him to defame So impudently ti● a filthy shame And to revile him so t is much unfit For such a poetasten devils chit To all these rogues associates He say thus They ride the devill not noble Pegasus And wish them whipt and stript till their strong lines Make them all halters for their doughty rimes Honour gives life to learning and the Arts Honour makes man innobled in all parts Honour excites to vertue every one Honour perswades to get perfection The souldiers fights for honour makes the ground His fastned pillow and his bed of Down VVill boldly stand gainst death look as grim As Mars himself over a river swim Outface a Canons wide-hell-thundring mouth Out-dare out-stare all objects nor so ruth All this and more for honour he 'l paste by For honour fight to live for honour dye A willing prentise be it nere so base VVill undergo all work bear all disgrace Run flie and trot endure any thing In hope of honour which Liberty may bring And shall not we honour that precious Iem Learning which bears from all the Diadem VVhich makes a man in spight of spight full death Live still renownd immortall after breath By whose fair help all dark obscurities Are tane away from sacred my steries Scripture aright expounded and whereby The good profession sacred Theology Is still more graduated for unlesse Learning be got all 's but emptinesse And certes then sith Learnings so profound So deare so sweet there must be fewel found For to maintain it or t will svffocate Estate and honour t is the needfull bait That makes ingenuous wits with courage climbe Up Learnings steepy mountain so sublime A shame it is in any Christian state To see a learned Clergy paupertate To see those Academyes whose renowne So long have florished to tumble downe But Heaven be gracious to that gracious Court Assembled in thy name be thou a fort And a defence to them Let them go on For Church and Kingdomes reformation Reform abuses beat down slanderers Unto the truth that are such batterers And then so long as we have any breath VVe le praise thy name and seale it with our death FINIS