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spirit_n	life_n	live_v	soul_n	13,623	5	5.6183	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67123	Letters of Sir Henry Wotton to Sir Edmund Bacon	Wotton, Henry, Sir, 1568-1639.; Bacon, Edmund, Sir.	1661 (1661)	Wing W3644; ESTC R25222	47,004	174

every week with a proposition of profit in which kind of breedings methinks I am of hard birth but I hope to be brought to bed by the next Carrier This week hath yet yielded in the publick small effects to entertain you withall only some change of opinion about the future great Officers which are now thus discoursed The Earl of Suffolk is still beheld as a Lord Treasurer and that conjecture hath never fainted since the very first rising of it But it is thought that the dignity of Privy Seal shall lie vacant as it did in the Cecilian times and that the execution thereof with the title of Lord Chamberlain shall be laid on my Lord of Somerset for if my Lord of Suffolk should remove from the Kings Privacy to a place of much distraction and cumber without leaving a friend in his room he might peradventure take cold at his back which is a dangerous thing in a Court as Ruygomez de silva was wont to say that great Artisan of humours Of the Office of five Ports I dare yet pronounce nothing My Lord my brother will none of it as I heard him seriously say though it were offered him for reasons which he reserveth in his own breast yet the late Northampton did either so much esteem it or thought himself to receive so much estimation from it as he hath willed his body to be laid in the Castle of Dover Chute Hoskins Sharp Sir Charles Cornwallis are still in the Tower and I like not the complexion of the place Out of France we have the death of Doctor Carrier whose great imaginations abroad have had but a short period And so Sir commending you and that dearest Neece to Gods continual blessings and love I rest Your own in faithfullest affection HENRY WOTTON John Hoskins to his little child Benjamin from the Tower Sweet Benjamin since thou art young And hast not yet the use of tongue Make it thy slave while thou art free Imprison it lest it do thee A Hymne made by H. W. in the nights of a great sickness abroad ETernal MOVER whose diffused glory To show our groveling reason what THOU art Unfolds it self in clouds of Natures Story Where Man thy proudest Creature acts his part Whom yet alas I know not why we call The worlds contracted summ the little All. For what are we but lumps of walking clay Where lie our vauntes whence should our spirits rise Are not brute beasts as strong and birds as gay Trees longer liv'd and creeping things as wise Only was given our souls more inward light To feel our weakness and confess thy might THOU then our strength FATHER of life and death To whom our thanks our vows our selves we owe From me thy Tenant of this fading breath Accept these lines which by thy goodness flow And thou that wert thy Regal Prophets Muse Do not thy praise in weaker strains refuse Let these poor notes ascend unto thy THRONE Where Majesty doth sit with Mercy crown'd Where my REDEEMER lives in whom alone The errors of my wandring life are drown'd Where all the QUIRE of Heaven resound the same That none but THINE THINE is the saving Name Therefore my SOUL joy in the midst of pain Thy CHRIST that conquer'd Hell shall from above With greater Triumph yet return again And conquer his own justice with his love Commanding Earth and Seas to render those Unto his bliss for whom he paid his woes Now have I done now are my thoughts at peace And now my joyes are stronger then my grief I feel those comforts that shall never cease Future in hope but present in belief THY words are true THY promises are just And THOU wilt know thy dearly bought in dust My dearly and worthily ever honoured Nephew THis is that Saturnine time of the year which most molesteth such splenetick bodies as mine is by the revolution of melancholike blood which throweth up fastidious fumes into the head whereof I have had of late my share Howsoever this trusty fellow of our Town being hired by one about some business to Cambridge as he is often hither and thither and acquainting me commonly with his motions I have gladly stretched his present journey as far as the Redgrave hoping by him to have an absolute account of your well being which Nicolas my servant left in a fair disposition Let me therefore by this opportunity entertain you with some of our newest things but briefly for I dare not trust my brains too much First for the affairs of Scotland Est bene non potuit dicere dixit Erit The wisest Physitians of State are of opinion that the Crisis is good and I hope your Sir Jacob Ashley and my Sir Thomas Morton will have a fine employment upon the borders Honour by the choice of their persons money by their journal pay little pains and no danger Our Court mourneth this whole Festival with sad frugality for the untimely death of the young Duke of Savoy our Queens Nephew hastened they say by the Cardinal his Uncle who would first have illegitimated him and that not taking effect by the supportment of Spain he fell to other Roman Arts so as the said Cardinal to decline this black report is gone a wandring and as it is thought will visite bare-foot the Holy-Land In the mean time methinks I see him with a crew of Banditi and Bravi in his company and his own conscience a continual Hangman about him The Queen Mother stirreth little between Majesty and age She hath published a short Manifesto touching the reasons of her recess from Bruxels wherein is one very notable conceit That she had long born silently the affronts done her by the Prince Cardinals Counsellors and under-Officers upon no other reason then the very shame to have received them Of himself she speaketh with good respect but I know not how the Character of Humility which she giveth him will be digested For perchance he had rather have been painted like a Lion then a Lamb. Our Queens delivery approacheth in a good hour be it spoken There is newly sworn her servant a lovely Daughter of Sir Richard Harisons our neighbour in Barkshire to answer Madamoiselle Darci on her Mothers side The Count Palatine since his late defeat is gotten in disguised habit to Hamborough and as they say hath been there visited by the King of Denmark amidst that cold assembly of Ambassadors But in his passage between the said Town and Bremen was like to have been taken by an ambush of Free-booters who no doubt would have made sale of him Certain it is that his Brother Prince Rupert fought very nobly before he yielded Whereof such notice was taken even by the Count of Hatfeld himself that he hath ever since been kept by him in a strong place rounded day and night with a guard of naked Swords yet in the Tablets of one that had leave to visit him the Prince made a shift to comfort the Queen his Mother with a