Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	see_v	sin_n	soul_n	6,896	5	5.1461	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00970	Christes bloodie sweat, or the Sonne of God in his agonie. By I.F.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637, attributed name.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 11076; ESTC S117622	33,882	70

downe by might But without doing euill all to win He lost his life and yet he knew no sin He knew no sinne then needed not to sweat The liquid moysture of dissolued bloud For his owne faults but ours our faults so great As scant is one amongst a thousand good And yet that one of thousands if the letter Of life were surely scand might bee much better This was that Pellican indeed retyr'd Into the desert of a troubled breast Who for to pay the ransome long desir'd Consum'd himselfe to giue his people rest A Pellican indeed that with her bloud Pulls out her heart to giue her Chickens food He like the Phaenix burning in the Sun That from his ashes may spring vp a younger Doth beate himselfe to death and will not shun The fire that weake men may in him grow stronger A perfect Phaenix that most gladly dyes That many in his only death may rise In euery sex and some of all degrees He saw the mispent ryot of their Talent No sin escapt the eye of his decrees But he beheld how apt men were to fall in 't For so is prone mortalyty accurst As still it striues to plot and woorke the woorst This man of men did in his troubled spirit Into a streame of soft compassion melt His â—cye bloud that frailty might inherit The sun of comfort by the griefes he felt Each drop of bloud he shed he shed it then To wash a seuerall sin from seuerall men Here saw he Princes in the awfull throne Of eminencie how wantonly they stroue For thirst of glory to protect alone Religious name not for religious loue Graceing the gracelesse in whom grace was lost Such Parasites as knew to flatter most For those he sweated bloud that they whom Heauen Created God's on earth should so prophane By courses indirect and lawes vn-euen Of will and sensuall lust the law first drawne By that eternall royalty who stood To watch their faults for Kings he sweated bloud Here saw he such who vnder those were plac't In seates of greatnesse and commaundes of state How fond in their madnesse they did wast Their greatnesse in ambition and debate Ayming not to support but scorne the good By vniust force for such he sweated bloud Here saw he how in Moses chayre thereraign'd Scribes cloath'd in wool of Lambes and speaking well But Wolues in nature so coruptly stayn'd As if they were but messengers of hell Abusing vnlearn'd soules and Leuits power More ready then to cherrish to deuoure Those whom the breath of God at first inspir'd To shine as Lampes and speake the Heauenly sound With Angels tongues were silent if not hir'd More studying with the scriptures to compound Their owne traditions and for those indeed In heauy droppes the sweat of Christ did bleed Here saw he Lawyers soberly engoun'd Wanting the Robe of Iustice not regarding The poore mans right nor where the case was sound But giuing Iudgment as he felt rewarding Whose tongue was bought against that side was weake Most times aswell to hold his peace as speake For them he sweated bloud and heere he saw Intrused iurisdiction ouer-sway'd By partiall fauour aboue forme of Law Cold Conscience by which Conscience was betray'd For those condemning were condemn'd to much As they condemn'd He sweated bloud for such Heere saw he Souldiers toyling in the heat Of cruelty not measuring the right Why they bore Armes but to content the great And their owne lawlesse hate prepar'd to fight For prey and spoyle aduenturing to rent Their liues soules for those his bloud Hee spent Heere saw he others that did keepe the sword Of office and authority in peace Compacted in a knot not to accord Or set at vnity strifes but increase Wounding or sparing with a watchfull hand As some superiour person should commaund For them he sweated bloud heere with much griefe He saw how Schollers train'd with strength of wit Inricht with knowledge and of men the chiefe For knowing more then men with straynes vnfit Did boast their pride which wisdome disallow'd For being still both needy and yet proud Schollers he saw how foolishly they stroue With tearmes of Art and smooth beguiling rimes To paynt the grosenes of vnlawfull loue And proue the sinnes that did corrupt the times Mayntayning vp-start sectes which all with-stood Truthes precious light for those He sweated bloud Heere saw he some whose seruile basenes waited Vppon such vices as attend the great Whom Hell with all it 's nimble turning bayted To vsher lusts by many a subtill feat Those make good cloathes their God pay the fees Of lewdnes with faire wordes and supple knees For those did Iesus sweate in bloud with those Heere saw he some that were in nature skil'd Searching the rules of Phisicke to disclose The treasure that the helpe of Art could yeeld How Gold did prompt them the thirst of wealth To hasten death or to recouer health Much mischiefe and abuse he saw in such How they would cocker lust and stir vp heat Of wanton bloud concealing shame too much With many sinnes too many to repeat For those and their iniquities Christes griefe Did sweate in bloud to giue their soules reliefe Heere saw â—he men whose winged vessels brought From lands far off the Marchandize of profit How by their factors all the world was sought For Precious wares such as made plenty of it And yeelded to their greedy hopes such treasure As they had heap't by subtill weight and measure Thus did they wast the poore and purchase wealth By falshood in extremityes retyring As they pretend for benefit of health To their full garners greedily conspiring How they might starue the hungry and still keepe Their gould for those his bloudy sweate did weepe Heere saw he others curst with large posessions Hard Landlords raysing rentes who still would grutch The bread of honest gayue by sterne oppressions Wrangling for earth till earth they had too much For those the Lord now being man was driuen To sweat in bloud that those might be forgiuen Heere saw he yet a wooâ—ser sort prouoking The wrath of God who liuing still in plenty And cunning in Arethmeticke lay soaking The needy gayning on the hundred twenty Vnconscionable vsurers not contented With ten to one nor one of ten repented For them he sweated bloud here saw he Creatures In face as sweete as Angels dy'd in grayne Of natures Art fayre Miracle of features Wonder of beauty loues delicious trayne Adorn'd with seeming graces that did shine So glorious as they were esteem'd deuine Women they were Saintes to behold in view Chast Matrons but O frailtyes curst in triall More vaine then vanitie and more vntrue Then falshood

one accord They boast the glorie of their owne desert Damning the sâ—mpe and the poore in minde As serues their lusts Blinde guides to lead the blinde All those the Lord foresaw and gron'd in Spirit Sweated in blood was heauie to the death That so his precious passion blamelesse merit Should be abus'd that he had giu'n his breath His life his ghost his soule yet could not win Such wretched creatures from inchanting sin Inchanting sinne that with it's cunning charmes Luls men in death-full sleepes and slily makes Impostum'd vlcers of vnsenced harmes Rockes them in Lethargies and neuer wakes Reason to feele the bane-impotion'd wrath Which by such dead securitie it hath This was the cause that from our Sauiour drew A bloodie sweat so grieuous to be borne As did the eyes of cruell men but view How with this bloodie tempest he was worne Humane compassion could not choose but melt To thinke vpon the sorrowes which he felt No measure did his payned soule acquaint With case or respite no Arithmeticke Cast vp the summe of his vnheard complaint No heart conceiue the dolours that did pricke With fiery stings his manhood and appall His face with streames which burst in twain his gall For as a Riuer running in a round Hauing no vent or sluce to slide away Will make by force eruptions in the ground Drowne all the neighbour-land and neuer stay Till with a violent course and headlong rage It slacke his strength and of it selfe asswage Euen so the tide of many griefes abounding Sweld in the bosome of the Sonne of God Still growing to a head and still confounding His fraile mortalitie deepe horrors rod Till bursting foorth with might and furie great It drown'd his bodie in a bloodie sweat Who euer saw as often hath beene seene A shoure of blood but thought it did portend Some doome of Iudgement or some angry teene Of heauens-incensed King So heere the end Of this strange bloodie raine doth shew in briefe How shortly Christ was to be wrapt in griefe The pangs of death th'ntollerable paines Which wofull creatures were to vndergoe The man Christ Iesus in this sweat sustaines Consuming wrath and soule-deuouring woe He felt that he vs men might timely free From Gods vnchanging and diuine Decree Not that his death could abrogate the will Of his great Father for he aym'd not to it But that in death he wholly might fulfill The eternall Iustice as hee came to doe it Who as hee death from men for sin required Had in his Sons death more than death desired Yet neither did the Death or Bloodie sweat Of Christ extend to soules ordain'd to Hell But to the chosen and elect beget A double life although the Scriptures tell How this meeke Lambe of God did chiefly come To call the lost sheepe and the strayers home Looke how the blessed doe pertake the good Sweete pledge of bountie precious Seale of Ioyes Which issues from his Water and his Blood So both alike the Reprobate destroyes Gods mercies to the Righteous to his foes Are Iustice to augment their enlesse woes When Isack's seede fled from th' Egyptian force And through the Red Sea tooke the readie way The waters stood on heapes and slaid their course Both waues and windes the passage did obey And in those waters safely paston ground In which whiles Pharaoh follow'd he was drown'd Whereby as water sau'd the Lords Elect And led them through the terrors of the deepe So water to them of a deulish sect Prou'd sod ine death and neuer-waking sleepe Christs blooâ—ie sweat is that Red Sea whose power Secures the good and doth the bad deuoure The Cloude and fierie â—illeâ— that gaue lightâ— Vnto the children in the desert plainesâ— The one by day the other shin'd by night Guiding their iourneis comforting their paines Were to the Hoast of Egypt mistes obscure To blind their eyes and certaine death procure Which burning Pillar and which shining Cloud Is Christ vnto whose blood such are baptiz'd As by the Holy Spirit are allow'd When otherwise all such as are despis'd Are darkned in the comforts of their sight And loose the glorie of this holy light A greater ligh more holy and Diuine Surpâ—ssing all the splendour of the Sun Could neuer to the eyes of mortals shine Then this most sacred Blood which hath vndon And laid to publick view the Mount of Euill Which both was fram'd and colourd by the Deuill In after-times when in the winters cold Folkes vse to warme them by their nightly fires Such Parents as the time of life termes old Wasting the season as the night requires In stead of tales may to their children tell What to the Lord of glorie once befell Once may they say my childe a time there was When men were beasts so cruelly they liu'd As they did nights and dayes in pleasure passe Like some of Reason and of Sence depriu'd Not fearing God or louing man giu'n ore To Lust and Will as beasts could doe no more The naughtie Deuill slylie did intice By sensuall sports and pittilesse deceits Our weake fore-fathers to insnaring vice Masking his tyrannie with wanton baites And wee in them did euery thing he wil'd vs Till the foule feind my childe had almost kild vs. But straight when our good God almightie saw How neere vnto the Pit-hole wee were brought For being not obedient to his Law He forthwith of a remedie bethought And hee to saue vs from this wicked Feind His onely Sonne into the world did send A louely Sonne my childe a daintie boy Who had a cheeke as red as any cherie Sweete babie was his mothers only ioy And made her â—eauie heart full often merie Who though he were Gods Son yet like a stranger Hee in a Stable borne was in a Manger And poore God knowes he was my childe not fine Or like a gentleman in gay attyre But simple clothes hee had which was a signe How little to be proud hee did desire Yet if hee would haue sought for worldly grace Hee might haue gone in silke and golden lace When he was twelue yeeres old marke this my child Hee was a perfect Scholer and did pose Great learned clarkes and Doctors but so milde As hee would neuer chide but rather chose To teach then anger and one might perswade him To doe whats'uer any bodie bad him Thirtie good yeeres and odde this blessed man Liu'd on the earth in all which time he seem'd So comfortlesse with lookes so pale and wan As if he had not bin by men esteem'd Full many an hungry meale he made and lay Bare leg'd and bare-foote many a day Hee neuer laugh'd but he did euermore Weepe weepe continually and O my child Hee neuer did none harme he holpt the poore Cur'd tht diseas'd and such as were beguild With witches and with wicked things God blesse vs He droue them from vs when they would oppres vs. And hee made much of

children and did good To euery one yet wicked men did striue To take away his life and shed his blood Whiles yet this blessed Iesus was aliue And on a time he was so much dismaid Hee sweated blood as he his prayers said But what is worse then this hard-hearted Iewes Did hang this good goodman vpon the crosse Nayling his feet and hands and did misuse This gentle soule whom they did fiercely tosse From post to pillar and would not be still'd Vntill they had this our Redeemer kill'd Heere now may bee the prettie childe will weepe And aske his parents why they vs'd him so To which they may reply that God did keepe His soule aliue though life he did forgoe For Christ my childe so dy'd then may they tell That euery one might be redeem'd from hell Much might be added more to spend the howers In better leasure then an anticke tale Teaching the sillie hearers how the powers Aboue reseru'd vs from the Deuils sale Whom had not Christ his blood regain'd the wrath Of life all vs lost sin had sold to death Come then sad Patron of this bloodie sweat And with thine euerlasting comforts cherish Vnfenced Faith which daily is beset With treasons which intice the soule to perish In the delicious Bath of Blood and Water Cleance leporous Soules and Hels dominion batter And here my God the glorious Sonne of peace I close the musicke of my weeping song And further to inlarge thy sorrowes cease Beseeching that thy Spirit may be strong To moue my heart and gently to commit to meditations all the lines I writ Let not the frailtie of my youth misled Be once remembred in the day of grace Let not the bloodie drops which thou hast bled Condemne me guiltie let thy wounds deface The wounds of mine infection now begin Throughly to wash mee from mine odious sin The howres and daies which I haue spent in vaine In fruitlesse studies and inuentiue pleasure Redeeme O Christ and call them backe againe Doe not in Iudgement mine offences measure But in thy mercies hide my faults protect My sighes let thy loue couer my defect Heere Sauiour of the world worke that I may Begin to liue anew and in this theame Of thy sad bloodie sweat learne out the way Of life indeed and wake mee from the dreame Wherein my Soule long slept and felt the terrour Of double two Apprentiships to errour And now my God if I discharged haue This imposition of thine heauenly taske Some token of thyâ—being pleas'd I craue Some certaine knowledge of thy will I aske For Heauen and Angels with my soule record Ino way haue traduc'd the written word No malice to detract from ruses of State No singuler conceit to purchace fame No pointing at some person neither hate To any priuare wrongs haue made mee name The Plurisies of sin but as thy Sweat All sins hath purg'd all sins I did repeat For which as first thy Spirit did inuite In holy raptures to aduance my minde From earthly slime of holy things to write So hauing written likewise let mee finde Of thy most precious priuiledge some token To grace the trueth of all that hath bin spoken Heere in the pensâ—ue solace of my Soule Me thought a soft coole winde did gently breath As if my spirit were now transported whole Vnto another life from carnal death When straight a shining light perfum'd the roome Out of which light a whispring voyce did come Rest there it said and toyle thee now no more Knit vp the period of thy trembling Stile And learne to liue not as thou didst before But in a smoother course and I the while Will teach thee how thou shalt attaine the place Where quiet soules doe end their happie race For since thou hast with such a modest care Although thy verse doe want the grace of words Limn'd out my wounds and told them as they are So liuely as thy simple skill affords I le take thy meaning in the better part And for thine offring will accept thy heart May bee some wandring eye that shall suruey This wonder of my Sweat in those thy numbers Will take a truce with time and shake away Fronâ—â—ff his Soule the lusts wherein it slumbers Then hast thou hid a multitude of sin If all thy paines one Soule from ruine win And blessedly hereafter shall succeed Thy studies and thy labours if thou shunne The path that thou hast â—rode and wilt take heed To vndoe the many follies thou hast done For if thou haue respect vnto my Lawes Before my Father I will plead thy cause But thou marke well these words A time shall be When Reason shall beate downe the force of might And Natures Sonnes shall wish for peace but see Th' effects of blood and feele the scourge of fight Now vnrespected and not felt but men Shall what they had vnprais'd remember then Happie the soule that sleepes in peace and thou Prouide against such daies watch fast and craue A dissolution and prepare thee how Thy conscience may be furnisht for thy graue Nor doe repute it for a fabling â—este Which sayes Good conscience is a daily feaste Feast on in that and henceforth be secure In strength of Faith let all thy cares be â—as'd By bathing in my Blood and fountaine pure Of this my Sweat and I in this am pleas'd Rest thou for loe the Angels in their rankes Waite my returne thy labour be thy thankes Vp flew the light and silence shew'd the voyce Retir'd to stilnesse which depriu'd my sence Of all the glory of that heauenly noyse Which with such sweet content departed thence Forthwith my Soule her wonted babit tooke And Heal'd vp my comforts in a booke FINIS Esay 53. 3. Mat. 4. 2. Luke 9. 58. Psal. 41. 9. Mat. 12. 24. Luke 22. 44 Acts. 2. 23. Iohn 1. 29. 36. Reue 5. 8. 9. 1. Zech 9. 9 Mat 2. 5. Mat. 11. 29. Mat. 12. 18. 19. 20. Mar. 6. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. Luke 4. 22. to 31. Iohn 1. 41. Iohn 11. 33. 35. 38. Mar. 8. 12. Luke 19. 41 42. Lam. 1. 12 Mat. 27. 29. Esay 53. 2. Iohn 13. 1. Gal. 4. 5. Eph. 1. 10. Mat. 26. 37 Luk. 21. 37 Mat. 21. 1. et 24. 3. Iohn 18. 1. Mar. 14. 32. Luke 22. 4 Iohn 8. 59. Mat. 26. 28 Esay â—2 4. 7. Iohn 10. 18 Mat. 26. 39. Mar. 14. 36 Luke 22. 42 Phil. 2. 8. Heb. 2. 9. Luke 22. 43 Verse 44. ibid. Psal. 18. 23. 1. Pet. 2. 22. Esay 53. 9. Luke 8. 2. 3 Mat. 14. 19. Iohn 47. Mat. 11. 19. Luke 4. 21. Mar. 6. 6 .1 Iohn 3. 5. Mat. 8. 17. Heb. 9. 28. Leui. 17. 11. Heb. 19. 22 as hapned by Herod Mat 2. 8. Luke 3. 1. Acts. 12. 21 22. Iohn 18. 22. Psal. 82. 1. 6 Reu. 17. 2 Luke 23. 12. Acts. 23. 4. 5. Mat. 7. 15. Mat. 23. 2. Mat. 7. 3. Iohn 8. 44. Mat. 23. 13 Mar. 12. 40

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