Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	law_n	life_n	power_n	7,129	5	5.5274	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29239	The penitent pilgrim	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.	1641 (1641)	Wing B4275; ESTC R6455	111,815	454

of all Company Thus with prophane prayers and treacherous teares did this Concupiscence of the flesh work upon me and I inclined mine ●are to her folly so as this Engine made the first Entry O in mercy looke downe upon me O my sweet Saviour for that precious flesh of thine which was nayled on the Crosse give mee grace to crucifie my flesh O let not sinne raigne in my mortall body but give me power to subdue it for my soules health and thy glory CHAP. 9. The Concupiscence of the eyes O Whither doe you haile me yee false spies what wrong have I done you that you should thus abuse me yee lay your trains for me in every place wheresoever I walke I can find no peace For can there be any peace to the wicked So long as I give eare to your inchantments So long as I suffer my eyes to bee led by you what comfort may I reap or what peace may I expect Dinah followed you and she was ravished and behold while I suffer my selfe to be led by such blind guides what else can I looke for but to bee deprived of mine honour O yee straying eyes how soone were you casting forth your fiery darts to surprize those who inclin'd to you Paradise could not be secured from you nor those two sole inhabitants free themselves from being wounded by you Eve saw the fruit and it was pleasant Bitter pleasure to bereave them their posterity of such an inheritance for ever And what doe I poor Pilgrim but deprive my selfe of all happinesse by giving way to your concupiscence I have lived in many places and conversed with men of all conditions and I found in persons of every quality a naturall pronenesse unto vanity but examining whence the grounds of those vanities came I found them proceeding from you from you those in-lets to all dis-obedience For were not you the cause those who are now proud contemning others and magnifying themselves above the condition of earth from whence they came would learne humility Those who are now covetous thinking that the earth has not enough to fill their mouthes would be contented Those who now give way to wrath would put on the spirit of meekenesse and learne to bee patient Those who are now eaten up with envy by wishing to others as to themselves would be charitably disposed Those who now riot out their time in the dainties and delicacies of earth would bee more temperate Those who now impaune their honour to the Harlot would be more contine●t Those who now spin out their time in security would bee better employed Oh sigh and groane poore unhappy Pilgrim take thy selfe now into the ballance weigh and examine thy selfe Let not one houre passe over thee without a sigh not a minute without a sob Take away the force of this Engine this fearefull Basiliske with incessant Rivers of teares Thou hast yet a little time left thee bestow not one moment of it but to Gods glory See how every minute thou art nearer unto death how those Messengers of the Grave tell thee thou canst not live long There is not the least graine of sand which passeth through this Crevit of thine houre-Glasse but may assure thee that thou art hasting on to the Sepulcher of thy Fathers Canst thou then find any time to game play and sport thy selfe in Idumaea seeing there is no way secure from snares no place that may promise peace Where if there bee any pleasures they are full of vanity or exceeding to an higher measure of ill they are nursed by iniquity Take them at the best they are mutable because subject to frailty but take them at the worst they are miserable because they deprive us of glory O benigne Iesu my sweet Redeemer quench these desires of my flesh and refresh me with the delights of thy spirit Let not the lust of the eyes have any power over me but exercise thou me in thy Law O my deare one bee not farre from me for if thou leave mee what shall become of me CHAP. 10. The pride of life POore pride what hast thou in thee that may please thee what good thing that may praise thee Can the Leopard pride himselfe in his spots or the Swan in her black feet What hast thou which thou hast not received and if received to whom is the glory to bee rendred Thou hast nothing of thy selfe but sinne and sinne begets shame What shame is it then to magnifie thy selfe in sinne Shall thine Horse or thy Speare save thee or shall the strength of an Hoast deliver thee Looke upon that vile matter whereof thou wert made Poore dust and ashes was thy moulding and to dust and ashes must be thy returning Is this cover of flesh such a dainty thing to glory in Must not the beauty thereof turne to rottennesse and corruption and the glory thereof sleepe in the dust Must not that faire front be pilled and her beauty pillaged Must not those sparkling lights which sometimes made others prisoners or which made thy selfe a prisoner by their wantonnesse become Lodges forlorne Lodges for wormes Must not that face now so phantastically in-laid with Love-spots become an horror to the beholder Must not every part or parcell of that goodly piece that faire building fall into ruine irreparable ruine Nothing then poore Pilgrim canst thou find without thee wherein thou maist justly pride thee Looke inward then and see if thou canst find any thing there that may procure thee favour in the presence of the Almighty by approving thee a sitting Instrument of his glory Ah me poore sinfull wretch what mountaines of heavy-pressing sinnes doe I feele ever ready to sinke down this surcharged vessell of my soule I begun no sooner to live then to love sinne No sooner to breath then breath forth the infection of sinne The world receiv'd me no sooner for a dweller then she admitted me for a sinner Sometimes indeed when so much grace was given mee I communed with mine own heart and begun to examine my selfe what I had done what works of mercy hast thou performed what actions of perfect obedience hast thou expressed Bring forth that poor man whom for Christs sake thou hast cloathed That hungry-starv'd soule whom for his precious sake thou hast relieved Were 't thou so poore as thou couldst not doe it Hadst thou not so much as one single mite nor one cuppe of cold water to bestow on Christs members Blush O blush thou wretched Pilgrim Thou hadst change and choice of cloathes and these in thy Wardroabe must lye rotting or to Moaths become feeding Thou hadst oyle and meale in thy Pitcher yea thy store-houses surfeted of plenty and thy wine-presses groaned in their fulnesse yet must the hungry soule perish rather then be relieved The thirsty die ere h●e bee refreshed The naked be utterly starved ere hee be cloathed Look then and take a full view of thine inward man and see if there be any thing in him that