Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	believe_v	faith_n	reveal_v	5,457	5	8.8529	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45905	An Enquiry after religion, or, A view of the idolatry, superstition, bigottry, and hipocrisie of all churches and sects throughout the world also some thoughts of a late ingenious gentleman of the Royal Society concerning religion.		1691 (1691)	Wing I211; ESTC R5567	14,133	26

our Friends to fight Fall out upon the Breach and to pull down Our Neighbours House will gladly fire our awn Ah griev'd Religion whither art thou fled Or say what Desart hides thy blushing Heed Blushing for thy lewd Sons with conscious shame That they 'll not leave their Folly or their Name Shall we with those whofe Race from Munster * Anabaptists came Seek in the Waves for thy secure abode Where like some Water-Nymph or River-God They say thou thy Majestick Court dost hold And for thy Treasures dive like Shipwrack't Gold Pretend Heav'ns Patent to engross the Trade And all besides have Interlopers made Upon that Coast they nothing have to do And therefore them with Fire and Sword pursue To these let 's reckon Venners hot-brain'd crew Who like an Amazon Religion dress'd Arm'd Cap-a-pe in Helmet Back and Breast Each knotty point decide with their broad Sword And murder all they meet ' i th' name o' th' Lord. But tho' all Sects their headlong madness blame Show me another wou'd not do the same That safely might not even the trembling † Quakers Race With whom an Ague fit 's a mark of Grace But if too heavy on their Toes you tread Or chance to break their Shins will break your Head The Flesh is strong they Vow by Yea and Nay T will sometimes with the Spirit run away Tho' that too has its turn and the new Light Leaves Sence and Reason often out of sight And mounts like Lanthorns with a paper Kite They 've God himself within 'em tell not them Orh ' Man that suffered at Jerusalem Bull and mouth Gospels only Orthodox They no Aposties own like Pen and Fox All their Religion such as please their Trade May call 't of meer Antipathies is made Timon of Athens if alive wou'd be A Doctor in their sowr Divinity And snarling Aphemantus make another As right as their lost Pensylvanian Brother But most commend me to that jovial Crew Who think Mankind has nothing else to do Form'd for no nobler higher Undertaking Than singing Doggrel Psalms † Sweet-singers of their own making With open mouth they Dame Religion paint And ever chuse a Songster for a Saint By that their strength of Judgment you may guess We know a Singing-man is seldom less But why themselves sweet Singers would they call Creaking of Wheels is Musick when they bawl The Shrieks of Owls the Inish-man's O-hone Toads when they croak or Quakers when they groan If to their cursed Yells compar'd they be Are little less than heav'nly Harmonie What shou'd we any further venture on Or lose a Thought on doating Muggleton Dull sordid Nonsense senseless Blasphemie A heap of Filth the Ranters both and He. With these the Adamites may find a Place Those Goats erect a barbarous brutal Race Their own and all Humanity's disgrace Fit Planters for the Californian * Cannibals States For Bridewell and for Bedlam Candidates Tired with my search upon a Mossy Bed I threw me careless down and lean'd my Head All pensive on a gentle rising there Regretting the expence of Time and Care Sunk deep in Thought a Spark comes by the while And proudly view'd me with a scornful smile ' For what nor is nor ever was he cries ' Th' Enquiry O how grave the search how wise ' For his vain Toil you the fond Chymist blame ' Who scatters real Gold in Smoak and Flame 'To find a fancy'd mine yet do the same 'A Shadow for a solid Substance chuse ' Religion Court and Pleasures Charms refuse ' For future idle Tales true present Joys you loose ' What now here is is not direct me right 'To find her and you make a Proselyte ' 'T is all a Cheat and then I think he swore ' Where or what is she I cou'd hear no more But rising thus you Sir in vain pretend To censure what you cannot comprehend Strifes for Religion rather do imply There 's something in it than the contrary Who wou'd contend if neither side were right Or for imaginary Kingdoms fight Wee 'l take a short Review nor need despair To find some Footsteeps of it every where Natural Religion which perhaps may do For those who never any better knew Far off we need not seek 't is plain impress'd E're blotted out by Vice on every Breast By this we all that 's fair and just approve Honour and Virtue Honesty and Love By this altho' too weak while 't is conceal'd To find it out we judge of Truth reveal'd This by it self examines all the rest And justly Votes the Christian Faith the best E're knotty Metaphysicks spoil'd the Creed Plain simple easie those that ran might read Believe what Truth reveals do good to all With pious Prayers on the first Being call Relieve the Poor the Innocent defend Forgive your Enemy and love your Friend Your Countrey more nor think your Life too dear Frankly to sacrifice to Heav'n or Her This is Religion this alone can save And this you 'll find in the few Wise and Brave FINIS