Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	mouth_n	speak_v	word_n	6,196	5	4.5092	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57504	Upon the stately structure of Bow-Church and steeple, burnt, an. 1666, rebuilt, 1679, or, A second poem upon nothing	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.	1679 (1679)	Wing R1761A; ESTC R213194	1,314	1

Upon the Stately Structure OF Bow-Church and Steeple Burnt An. 1666. Rebuilt 1679. OR A Second PsM upon NOTHING LOok how the Country-Hobbs with wonder flock To see the City-crest turn'd Weathercock Which with each shifting Gale veres to and fro London has now got twelve Strings to her Bow The Wind 's South-East and straight the Dragon russels His brazen wings to court the Breeze from Brussels The Wind 's at North and now his Hissing fork Whirles round to meet a flattering gale from York Boxing the Compass with each freshing Gale But still to London turns his threatning Tayle But stay what 's there I spy a stranger thing Our Red-cross brooded by the Dragon's wing The wing is warm but O! beware the sting Poor English-Cross expos'd to winds and weathers Forc't to seek shelter in the Dragon's feathers Ne're had old Rome so rare a Piece to brag on A Temple built to Great Bell and the Dragon Whilst yet undaunted Protestants dare hope They that will worship Bell shall wear the Rope O how our English Chronicles will shine Burn't sixty six Rebuilt in seventy nine When Iacob Hall on his High Rope shews tricks The Dragon flutters the Lord Mayor's Horse kicks The Cheapside-crowds and Pageants scarcely know Which most t' admire Hall Hobby-horse or Bow But what mad Frenzy set your Zeal on fire Grave Citizens to Raise Immortal Spire On Sea-coal Basis which will sooner yield Matter to Burn a Temple than to Build What the Coals build the Ashes bury no men Of wisdom but would dread the threatning Omen But say Proud Dragon now preferr'd so High What Marvels from that Prospect dost thou spy Westward thou seest and seeing hat'st the Walls Of sometimes Rev'rend now Regenerate Pauls Thy envious eyes such glories cannot brook But as the Devil once o're Lincoln look And envys Poison will thy Bowels Tear Sooner than Daniel's Dose of Pitch and Hair Then Eastward to avoid that wounding sight Th 〈…〉 light Adorn'd with Monstrous forms to clear the scope How much thou art out-dragon'd by the Pope Ah fools to dress a Monument of woe In whistling Silks that should in Sackcloth go Nay strangely wise our Senators appear To build That and a Bedlam in a year That if the Mum-glass crack they may inherit An Hospital becoming their great merit To Royal Westminster next turn thine eye Perhaps a Parliament thou mayst espy Dragons of old gave Oracles at Rome Then Prophesie their Day their Date and Doom ● And if thy Visual Ray can reach the Main Tell 's when the Duke new gone returns again Facing about next view our Guildhall well Where Reverend Fox-furrs charm'd by potent spell Of Elephants turn'd wrong side outward dare Applaud the Plays and yet hiss out the Player Player whose wise Zeal for City Country King Shall to all points of the wide Compass ring Whilst Bow has Bells or Royal Thames a Spring Thy Roving Eye perhaps from Hague may send 's How the New League has made old Foes new Friends But let substantial witness Credence give it Or Ne're believe me if the House believe it If true I fear too late France at one sup Like Pearls dissolv'd in Cloepatra's Cup Trade Empire Neatherlands has swallowed up But heark The Dragon speaks from Brazen Mouth Whose words though wind are spoken in Good south To you of Ratling fame and great esteem The higher placed the less you ought to seem To you of noble souls and gallant minds Learn to outface with me the Huffing winds To tim'rous feeble spirits that live beneath Learn not of me to turn with every breath To those who like Camelions live on Air Popular Praise is thin Consumptive fare To you who Steeple upon Steeple set Cut my Cocks-comb if e're to Heaven you get