Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	ancient_a	church_n	faith_n	1,854	5	5.2308	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15662	Wither's motto nec habeo, nec careo, nec curo.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1621 (1621)	STC 25928.7; ESTC S123336	39,771	92

Their Creatures and but rarely thankes hath He Because the Grants of Pension and of Place Are taken as Their fauors not His grace And which is yet a greater wickednesse When these the loyall Subiects doe oppresse And grind the faces of the poore aliue They 'le doe it by the Kings Prerogatiue They make Him Patron of their Villany And when He thinkes they serue him Faithfully Secure him in their Loues and all things do According both to Law and Conscience to By Vertue of his Name they perpetrate A world of Mischiefes They abuse the State His truer-hearted Seruants they displace Bring their debauched Followers into grace His Coffers rob yea worser farre they vse Him The true affections of his people loose Him And make those hearts which did in him belieeue All matchlesse Vertues to suspect and grieue Now by that Loyaltie I owe my Prince This of all Treason is the Quintessence A Treason so abhorred that to Me No Treachery could halfe so odious be Not though my death they plotted for more deare My honor and my Friends affections are Then twenty Kingdomes and ten thousand liues And whosoeuer Me of that depriues I find it would a great deale harder be To moue my heart to pardon then if he Conspired had when I least thought the same To root out my posterity and Name Who next in Court shall fall I doe not care For my delights in no mans ruines are Nor meane I to depend on any so That his disgrace shall be my ouerthrow I care as little who shall next arise For none of my Ambition that way lyes Those rising Starres would neuer deigne to shine On any good endeauour yet of mine Nor can I thinke there shall hereafter be A man amongst them that will fauour Me. For I a Scourge doe carry which doth feare them And loue too much Plaine-dealing to be neare them If my experience teach me any thing I care not old Antiquities to bring But can as well belieue it to be so As if t were writ three thousand yeeres ago And where I find good ground for my assent I 'le not be halter'd to a President If men speake reason t is all one to me Whether their Tenent Aristotles be Or some Barbarian● who scarce heard of yet So much as with what Names the Arts we fit Or whether for an Author you infer Some Foole or some renown'd Philosopher In my Religion I dare entertaine No fancies hatched in mine owne weake braine Nor priuate Spirits But am ruled by The Scriptures and that Church Authoritie Which with the ancient Faith doth best agree But new opinions will not downe with me When I would learne I neuer greatly care So Truth they teach me who my teachers were In points of Faith I looke not on the Man Nor Beza Caluin neither Luther can More things without iust proofe perswade me to Then any honest Parish-Clarke can do The ancient Fathers where consent I find Doe make me without doubting of their mind But where in his opinion any One Of these great Pillers I shall find alone Except in questions which indifferent are And such as till his Time vnmooued were I shun his Doctrine For this swayeth me No man alone in points of Faith can be Old Ambrose Austine Ierome Chrysostome Or any Father if his Reuerence come To moue my free assent to any thing Which Reason warrants not vnlesse he bring The sacred word of God to giue me for it I prize not this opinion but abhorre it Nay I no faction gainst the Truth would follow Although Diuinest Paul and Great Apollo Did leade me if that possible it were That they should haue permitted bin to erre And whilst that I am in the right How wise or learned Them you thinke that are not I care not I care not who did heare me if I said That he who for a place of Iustice paid A golden Inn-come was no honest Man Nor he that sold it for I proue it can And will maintaine it that so long as Those And Church-preferments we to sale expose Nor Common-wealth nor Church shall euer be From hatefull Brib'ry or damn'd Schisme free I may be blam●d perhaps for speaking t●ing this But much I care not for the truth it is And were I certaine that to blaze the same Would set those things that are amisse in frame Shame be my end but I would vndertake it Though I were sure to perish when I spake it I care not for Preferments which are sold And bought by men of common worth for gold For he is nobler who can those contemne Then most of such as seeke esteeme in them I doe not for those ayrie Titles care Which fooles and knaues as well as I may weare Or that my Name when e're it shall be writ Should be obscur'd with twenty after it For could I set my mind on vulgar Fame I would not thinke it hard to make my Name Mine owne Name purchase me as true renowne As to be cald by some old ruin'd Towne I loue my Country yet I doe not care In what Dominions my abidings are For any Region on the Earth shall be On good occasion natiue Soile to me I care not though there be a muddy crew Whose blockishnes because it neuer knew The ground of this my Carelesnesse will smile As if they thought I raued all this while For those the Prouerb saith That liue in Hell Can ne'r conceiue what 't is in Heauen to dwell I care not for those Places whereunto Bad men doe sooner climbe then Good men do And from whose euer-gogling station all May at the pleasure of another fall But oh How carelesse euery way am I Of their base minds who liuing decently Vpon their owne Demeanes there feareles might Enioy the day from morning vntill night In sweet contentments rendring prayse to Him Who gaue this blessings and this rest to them That free from Cares and Enuies of the Court They honor'd in their Neighbours good report Might twenty pleasures that Kings know not trie And keepe a quiet Conscience till they die Oh God! how mad are they who thus may do Yet that poore happinesse to reach vnto Which is but painted will those Blessings shun And bribe and woo and sweate to be vndone How dull are they Who when they home may keep And there vpon their owne soft pillow sleepe In deare security would roame about Vncertaine hopes or pleasures to find out Yea straine themselues a slippery place to buy With hazarding their states to beggery With giuing vp their Liberties their Fame With their aduenturing on perpetuall shame With prostituting Neeces Daughters Wiues By putting into Ieopardy their liues By selling of their Country and the sale Of Iustice of Religion Soule and All Still dreaming on Content although they may Behold by new examples eu'ry day That those hopes faile and faile them not alone In such vaine things as they presumed on But bring them also many-times those cares Those