Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	holy_a	person_n	son_n	20,542	5	6.1434	4	true

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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

husbandman must till and sow That grounds ill drest where blind men hold the plough Now in the Temple every saucy Jack Opens his shop and shews his pedlars pack Instead of candles we enjoy the snuff For precious balme we have but kitchin stuffe The ruder sort are by these teachers led Who acrons eat and might have better bread If this a propagation shall be found These build the house which pull it to the gr●un● This is meere Hocus-Pocus a sttange slight By putting candles out to gain more light Mad men by vertue of this propagation Have Bedlum left and preach't for Reformation And they might well turn preachers for we had Many that were more foolish and more mad The Tinkar being one of excellent mettle Begins to sound his doctrine with his Kettle And the laborious ploughman I bewail Who now doth thresh the Pulpit with his flail The louzy Taylor with his holy thimble Doth patch a sermon up most quick and nimble He doth his skill and wisdom much expresse When with his goose he doth the Scripture presse The Chandler now a man of light we find His candle leaves a stinking snuffe behind The Apothecary who can give a glister Unto a holy brother or a sister Hath one dram of the spirit and can pray Or preach and make no scruple of his way Thus false coyn doth for currant money passe And precious stones are valued lesse than glasse Not disputation but a rigid law Must keep these frantick sectarists in aw The itch of disputation will break out Into a scab of errour which without Some speedy help will soon infect and run Through all the flock where it hath once begun I will take heed in these bad times and care To shut my shop but keep my constant ware Lord let thy tender vine no longer bleed Call h●me thy shepheards which thy lambs may feed A Prayer to the Holy Ghost O Holy Spirit O most sacred Dove Which didst descend upon the Son of Love Descend upon my soul that I may be Simple as Doves without malignity O holy Fire inflame my lukewarm heart And better heat of love divine impart O holy Fire O thou Eternal Light Expel the clouds of everlasting night O holy Fire let my soul purged be From all her dross as purest gold is free O holy Fire dissolve my heart like wax Which nothing but thy fair impression lacks O holy Fire vouchsafe in me to dwell And keep my soul from the strange fire of hell Antipathy I Love him not but shew no reason can Wherefore but this I do not love the man Astrology To the profound and learned Gentleman Mr. Vincent Wing Qui Naturae Aruspex intimus Atlas physicus nec non sensus rationis stupendus Arbiter WIse men believe inferior bodies move By dispensation from those Orbs above Stars do not force or by compulsion cause Our Natures to obey their constant laws Who se●●●s the God of pow'● that made the spheres No sad 〈…〉 pse or constellation fears Where v●●tuous Reason guides not but the Sense There 〈◊〉 have their greatest influence God did the 〈◊〉 the Moon and Stars bestow Which do the course 〈◊〉 and seasons shew ' Ga●nst Sisera in the●● orders sought the stars And helpt Gods people in their prosperous wars When Christ himself was born a star did bring And guide the wise men to find out their King And wise men still in stars a vertue find Which is kept secret from the duller mind Into brave spirits a pure light descends Which heavy darkness never comprehends I cannot call the stars by name nor track The Sun through twelve signs of the Zodiack Arcturus with his sons outgo my sense So do the Pleyades with their influence From the Pole-Artick what degrees there be Unto th' Antartique is unknown to me Our Z●nyth is too high for me to know What things are there our Nadyr is too low I do not understand how Planets move And differ in their several Orbs above The Circle from the Stars reflexion may Escape my knowledge call'd the milky way Such knowledge is too deep but yet I will A 〈◊〉 the path of that mysterious skill Solomon's Memento Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth Eccles 12. 1. DO not mispend thy golden youth and bring The dross of thy old age of serve thy King Do not neglect the morning of thy days And think the evening fit thy God to praise God early must be sought the longer we Persist in sin the stronger sin will be From vice to vertue turn from bad to good The deeper still he sinks who stands in mud A nail the further it is driven in The harder is drawn out and so is sin None can foretell how long the fatal glass Shall run or else how soon the sand will pass Delay no time that man will shrink and sear Who lays the burden on old age to bear Because the foolish Virgins came too late They heaven lost for Christ had shut the gate Should we be old are we then sure to store Our sould with grace which we refus'd before Through mire and dirt who travels all the day Will hardly go by night a cleaner way The Tenant which neglects th' appointed day Forfeit his lease and fret his Landlord may Vpon the Right Worshipful Sir Francis Floyd Knight Sou to the most eloquent pious learned and honorable Judge Sir Marmaduke Floyd Knight VErtue can never be conceal'd her flame Shines bright and will disclose a vertuous name A brave report of his great worth we hear As loud as thunder in our Hemisphere Contagious times could never make a spot On his fair clothes or his white paper blot He could not flatter or affect the crime To temporize or smooth the ruder time Fixt in his station like a losty hill He simply stood and scorn'd to change his will I wish he may enjoy fair Halcion days And Heaven bless his meritorious ways Even so come Lord Jesus Rev. 22. 20. THe pretty Bird imprison'd in his cage Would fain go free and spend his merry age In spacious woods So is my better mind As to a prison to my flesh confin'd Make haste sweet Jesus to strike off my shackle And to dissolve this earthly tabernacle Thou art on earth the earth's most perfect pleasure Thou art in heaven heavens richest treasure Let others dote on beauty honour wealth Thou art my great reward my joy my health My soul is ravisht with thy love and sickly Then come my sweetest Jesus oh come quickly Vpon Natures Darling the young ingenuous Gentleman Mr. James Jones S●n to Edmund Jones Esq HE is in years a child but if you scan The ripeness of his wit he is a man This graff from such a gallant stock will be In time succeeding a most fruitful tre● This Plant will prove a goodly Oak and give A pleasant shade the weary to relieve His Spring foretels the Autumn and such rayes Dart from the morning of