Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	bless_a	cross_n	great_a	32	3	2.0654	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08920	Saint Bernard his Meditations: or Sighes, sobbes, and teares, vpon our sauiours passion in memoriall of his death. Also his Motiues to mortification, with other meditations.; Tractatus de interiori domo. English	Bernard, of Clairvaux, Saint, 1090 or 91-1153.; W. P., Mr. of Arts.	1614 (1614)	STC 1919A; ESTC S118711	165,249	611

prepared for them from the beginning of the world Oh let my Prayer come before thy presence let the zeale of my heart and lifting vp of my hands towards thy Throne of mercie moue thee to grant the request of my humble petition Amen A Meditation how the Lord Iesus carrying his Crosse on his shoulders is led to Mount Caluarie to be crucified and of those things vvhich happened by the vvay MED XIII Our blessed Sauiour Christ the perfect a Iohn 19.17 gaine Doth b Matth. 27.32 beare the crosse whereon himselfe must die Simon of c Luk. 23.26 Cyrene sometimes they constraine To doe d Mark 15.21 it So saith the truth that cannot lie HE which will come after me let him denie himselfe take vp his Crosse and follow me Matth. 16.24 Runne and make hast oh my soule at the voice of our most sweet Redeemer who bearing his Crosse on his owne shoulders Ioh. 19.16.17 doth inuite thee to carrie thy Crosse if thou desire to follow his steps Oh how sweet how delectable how delightfull is it to carrie the Crosse after my Iesus His happinesse cannot be vttered his blessednesse cannot be imagined which doth follow thee my Lord Iesu in thy blessed pathes he walketh not in darknesse he commeth not neere the shadow of death but shall haue the light of life Come therefore oh my soule let vs follow our Iesus bearing his Crosse on his owne shoulders let vs leaue all and follow him with alacritie let nothing stop our passage let not any thing hinder vs in our course Looke vpon thy Lord thy Creator thy Redeemer Consider his tedious labour his grieuous afflictions his intollerable torments all of them vvithout any meane none of them hauing any moderation let thy vvhole minde be pondering on them let them be the continuall matter of thy daily meditation Let thy heart be wounded with the sword of sorrow and let thine eyes be drowned vvith a flood of teares let thy heauie groanes and sorrowfull sighes beginne in the morning and let them not cease in the euening Oh let the feruencie of thy lamentation demonstrate the burning zeale of thy compassion which thou doest beare to mine afflicted Iesus Mourne vvith true contrition of heart for thine iniquities and vveepe with hearty sinceritie for thy sinnes vvhich caused thy Christ to carrie so heauie a crosse Here is plentifull matter for thy meditation heere vvanteth no motiues to stirre vp in thee a feeling compassion for thou seest how hee is scorned and despised how cruelly how currishly hee is abused by the perfidious Iewes Who is so obdurate in heart oh my most patient Iesus vvho hath his affections so barren of compassion that hee hath no sense of sorrow when he entereth into a serious contemplation of the multitude of thine afflictions and meditateth on the bitternesse of the passions which thou didst suffer to pay the ransome of our sinfull soules and to deliuer them out of the bands of eternall captiuitie For all the night thou vvert wearied with the out-cries of contumelious tongues and tired with the violence of cruell hands hurried and haled from the Garden where thou wert with thy louing Disciples and although thou wert vvilling to goe of thy selfe yet the churlish crew of hard-harted Souldiers vvere so froward that their sturdie hands were alwaies readie to tugge and pull thee forward to vexe thy feeble body and to grieue thy righteous soule For it was their solace to procure thy sorrow it vvas their pleasure to augment thy paine and they thought euery moment a moneth before they did present thee to Annas where thou wert rebuked with taunting checkes buffeted with vngentle blowes on thy tender cheekes and after that thou hadst with exceeding patience endured the bitter tempest of their furie they brought thee from thence to the house of Caiphas there to abide another storme of their malicious crueltie Sometime they raile vpon thee vvith their cursed tongues sometime they thumpe thee with their cruell hands their speeches were full of odious spite their vvords vvere infected vvith malicious venome vvhich they belched against thee my louing Sauiour their deedes were nothing else but deadly cruelty their words sauoured of nothing but barbarous inhumanitie they scoffed and derided thee with bitter iests they defiled thy comely face with their filthie spettle Then vvithout any pittie alas how should they shew any pitty whose hearts were hardned with bloud-thirstie crueltie they bring thee in hast to the Court of King Herod where thou wert flouted at reputed as a sottish foole scorned contemned and derided like a simple Idiot their mirth was Bedlam-madnes their iestes were full of gall and bitternesse Now when they had acted their outragious villanies against thee and executed their diuellish deuises vpon thee my innocent Iesus yet all of them vvere too little to calme the tempest of their hatefull furie but then this cursed crew doth hurrie thee from the vngratious Court of proud Herod to the gracelesse house of Pontius Pilate vvhere thou vvert taunted and checked againe vvith cruell quips and sharply scourged with smarting vvhips stripped naked contrarie to all humanitie and beaten with bitter blowes without any pittie their whips were sharp to teare thy flesh their tongues were as keene as rasors to wound thy soule they pierced thy head with a crowne of thornes putting a feeble reede in thy hands flouted thee vvith the name of a King and bending their knees did worship thee in derision offending thy sacred eares vvith their cursed words and afflicting thy vvounded body vvith their bloudie hands and vvhen thou hadst beene so spitefully scorned bitterly scourged and vilely contemned at last thou wast wrongfully condemned to suffer a most shamefull and dolefull death But oh my sweet Iesu who did afford thee any comfort in thy exceeding sorrowes vvho did approach to cure thy bleeding wounds Alas there was no man by vvhich vvas moued vvith any sorrowfull compassion for thy vndeserued calamitie but euery man was forward to augment thy miserie Now they lay a most huge and heauy crosse vpon thy wounded shoulders the vveight of it doth make thy knees to tremble thy legges to faile and thy whole body to faint And thus thou doest goe forward to the place of execution guarded with a band of armed Souldiers and hemd in on euery side with a rabble of bloudie tormentors multitudes of the base and rude people doe flocke together out of euery quarter they crowd and thrust one another to see thee but alas it was not to afford thee any compassionate pittie but to laugh and reioyce at thy miserie They proclaime out the malice of their heart against thee in their madnesse and raile and reuile thee in the heat of their furie They all striue like Beares and fierce Lyons to approach neere vnto thee oh vvhat opprobrious speeches what hatefull and odious rayling what cursed words what vncharitable deedes did my most humble and patient Iesus suffer by those wicked

my bosome that being dead he may be carried out to his graue that my soule may be infected no longer vvith his carnall impietie and that I may no longer wilfully loue but willingly loath and for euer leaue his damnable company But now oh my sorrowfull soule turne thine eyes towards thy crucified Iesus meditate seriously in thy minde let it be the perpetuall matter of thy thoughts to thinke how thy louing Sauiour was most pittifully martyred and cruelly mangled tortured vvithout any pittie scorned at his death vvith vile indignitie and thought vnworthy of any mercy or kinde humanity that thou mayest mourne for thy sinnes in the morning and repent for thy misdeeds in the euening vvhich were hard-hearted and bloudie-handed executioners to crucifie thy innocent Iesus Crie out oh my vvretched and vvicked soule trembling at the vgly sight of thy grieuous sinnes and troubled vvith the horrour of thy guiltie conscience Cry out saying Oh my sweet Iesu oh my milde and mercifull Iesu how exceeding painefull are the pangs of thy Passion how violent are the streames of thy afflictions how cruelly is thy body wounded and thy soule pressed vvith the heauie vveight of my sinnes Oh how horrible how detestable how innumerable are my transgressions that tormented my Sauiour vvith so many heauie afflictions What a deere price didst thou pay for my Redemption At what a high rate hast thou bought me a most wretched sinner no summes of gold had it beene neuer so much no heapes of siluer had they beene neuer so great could rid mee out of Captiuitie It vvas onely thy pretious bloud that might pay the price of my ransome It was onely thy innocent death that vvas sufficient to purchase my freedome How is the naked body of my louing Redeemer and kinde Reconciler stretched out vpon the Crosse to deliuer mee from the bitter curse vvhich vvas due vnto me for my monstrous impiety and the execution of it readie to be serued vpon me for my intollerable iniquitie How firme are thy harmelesse hands fixed vnto thy Crosse how hard are thy innocent feete nayled vnto it Thou hast onely liberty to moue but Alas no where to lay downe thy weake and vvearie head Thou liest naked obiected to the blasts of the vvinde and storme of the weather thou hast no cloathes to keepe thee warme thou hast no shelter to keepe thee from harme Thou wert poore indeed at thy birth but now thou art more poore at thy death for at thy birth thou hadst a Stable for thy Chamber and a Manger for thy Cradle thou hadst swathling cloathes although they vvere course that might defend thee from colde and cherish thy tender body But at thy death thou art cruelly robbed of all thy garments thou hast not so much as a ragge to lay vpon thee the sharpnesse of the aire nippeth thy skin the furie of the windes stormeth against thy naked body thou hast no roofe to couer thy head from the blustering windes thou hast no place of harbour to protect thy body from the stormie weather Oh how hard is the bed thou liest vpon at the houre of thy death How hard is the pillow that lieth vnder thy head when thou art readie to yeeld vp thy breath How is thy blessed body debased by wretched men heere vpon the earth which is so highly honoured by the Angels in Heauen Oh how should my heart faint vvith bleeding vvounds of sorrow for my sinnes How should mine eies make my bed to flote with a flood of teares when I begin to call to an audit my hainous trespasses and to cast vp the infinit summes of my transgressions which caused my Lord to passe through such a great Campe of miseries and to abide the bitter brunts of so many calamities for vvhat hadst thou done oh my most sweet Lord what hadst thou done that thou should be so spitefully despised so maliciously martired so extreamely tortured and so cruelly tormented What wicked action had thy pure hands committed nay what good deed had they omitted that they should be so pittifully wounded How had thy innocent feet transgressed that they should be so seuerely punished How had any little particle of thy blessed body offended that it should be so grieuously tormented Truly thy deeds my blessed Sauiour were alwaies acted vvith integritie and thy words did vtter nothing but truth and sinceritie thy hands were alwaies cleane from sinfull actions thy heart vvas alwaies pure from vvicked cogitations It vvas thy meruailous loue thy miraculous mercie thine vnspeakeable pittie that did induce thee to suffer those torments vvhich were due vnto me for mine offences It was I my sweet Sauiour it was I my selfe that had so grieuously sinned It was thy wonderfull charitie it was thy charitable mercy to shed thy pretious bloud to cure the desperate disease of my deadly miserie But such oh such and so vile is the horrible ingratitude of my minde such and so great is the dulnesse of my memorie such and so hard is the stupiditie of my hart that I am vnthankfull for thy mercy forgetfull of thy bounty senselesse without any compassion yea quite colde without any zealous meditation of thy grieuous Passion Haue mercy vpon mee oh my most mercifull Lord haue mercie vpon mee Oh let the sweet dew of thy infinite mercie distill downe vpon my head yea rather let it bee infused into my heart that it may mollifie the hardnesse of mine affections moisten the drinesse of my bowels and fructifie my minde with the fruits of thy loue because I cannot yea rather because I am vnwilling to suffer vvith thee and loue thee so little vvho hath alwaies loued mee so much for I freely confesse I haue no sense of thy innarrable and innumerable sorrowes which thou didst suffer for the multitude of my sinnes Alas mine eyes are dry without teares my kinde Iesu my heart is so dead that it cannot breath forth any heauie groanes mine affections are starke colde without any heate of true deuotion so often yea rather so seldom as I enter into a meditation of thy bitter Passion and ruminate thy tedious paines and terrible pangs vvhich thou didst feele in thy most pretious body to reuerse the sentence of damnation pronounced against me for my sinnes and to purchase a gratious pardon for my condemned soule But pardon me forgiue me my most mercifull Lord I haue a hart of Iron my bowels are more hard then Marble vnlesse thou mollifie them they are vnapt to receiue any print of thy mercie or any impression of thy grace Take away from mee I pray thee my stonie heart giue mee a fleshie and tender heart that may be vvounded vvith the thornes of sorrowe for my rebellious thoughts yeeld forth dolefull groanes for my grieuous sins and bleed vvith the vvounds of compunction when my minde doth meditate on thy heauy Passion Oh why should not my heart my vvretched heart be pinched with some paine for the loue of thee vvhich didst vvillingly

and deceiue me but aduerse and contrary things because they haue some bitternesse as bitter Potions doe make mee suspitious and fearefull I feare the euill more vvhich I doe priuily then that which I doe openly For the Temptor commeth boldly to the euill vvhich no man seeth which no man comprehendeth and where no man is feared which should finde fault vvith it and so iniquitie is more easily committed Truly there is Warre on both sides danger on both sides to be feared on both sides And euen as they which remaine in the Land of their enemies must looke on this side and that side and must turne their head about at euerie noise So the flesh suggesteth pleasant things to me the vvorld vaine things the Diuell bitter things because so often as a carnall cogitation doth importunately moue assaile my minde concerning meate and drinke sleepe and other like things belonging to the care and prouision of the flesh the flesh speaketh to me When a vaine thought is busied in my heart concerning worldly Ambition bragging and boasting it proceedeth from the world But when I am prouoked to anger and wrath and to bitternesse of minde it is a diuellish suggestion the which I must resist no otherwise then the Diuell himselfe neither must I any otherwise take heede and beware of it then of damnation it selfe It is the office of Diuels to bring in false suggestions it is our duite not to consent to them For so often as we resist them so often we ouercome the Diuell wee glad the Angels we honour God For he doth exhort and encourage vs that wee may fight hee helpeth vs that wee may ouercome hee beholdeth vs fighting he succoureth vs fainting hee crowneth vs conquering From whence the flesh of Man proceedeth and what it bringeth forth MOTIVE XV. MY flesh proceedeth from the clay and therefore I haue voluptuous thoughts from it vaine and curious cogitations from the world Three cruell enemies of man euill malitious suggestions from the Diuell These three enemies doe assaile persecute me somtime openly somtime secretly but alwaies malitiously For the Diuell trusteth most in the helpe of the flesh because a domesticall enemie doth most hurt and procureth greatest harme For she hath entered a league with him for my ruine ouerthrow and destruction to wit being borne of sinne and nourished in sinne corrupted vvith vices from the very beginning Flesh is corrupted be birth nurture and custome but made a great deale more vitious by euill custome From hence it proceedeth that she coueteth and lusteth so eagerly against the spirit that she continually murmureth and cannot abide good discipline and vvholsome correction because she suggesteth vnlawfull things will neither obey reason nor is brideled vvith any feare That wretched Serpent approacheth to her hee aydeth her hee vseth her being the olde and deadly enemie of mankinde who hath no other desire no other businesse no other exercise but to destroy our selues The continuall practise of the Diuell This is hee which imagineth mischiefe continually speaketh subtilly suggesteth artificially deceiueth craftily Hee inspireth wicked and vnlawfull motions raiseth warres nourisheth hatred stirreth vp gluttonie incenseth lust pricketh forward the vnbrideled desires of the flesh and prepareth baites and occasion of sinne and also assaulteth without ceasing the hearts of men with a thousand slights to hurt and destroy them From hence it falleth out that he beateth vs with our owne staffe bindeth our hands with our owne girdle and cutteth our throat with our owne knife so that the flesh which is giuen to vs for a helpe becommeth to vs ruine and hurt and is as a blocke in our way to make vs to stumble It is a grieuous combat and a great danger to fight against such a domesticall enemie especially seeing wee are strangers and hee a Citizen hee inhabiteth his owne Country we are banished men and strangers It is also great perill and danger to endure so often yea rather such continuall conflicts of his diuellish policie whom as well subtill nature as long exercise of his inueterate malice hath made so politicke and crafty Of the short life of man MOTIVE XVI THe day of man is as it were a shadow or rather a shadow vpon earth it hath no continuance and then it is properly nothing and more vaine then any thing when it seemeth to stand surest and to rest vpon a sound foundation Therfore why doth a couetous man hoord vp treasure here vpon earth so greedily The folly of rich men when both hee himselfe must passe away so suddenly also the treasure which he hath stored vp so carefully And in truth oh foolish man what fruit canst thou expect in the vvorld whose sweetest fruit is vtter ruine whose end is death and wofull destruction Would to GOD thou wert wise could vnderstand and carefully prouide in thy short life against the day of thy certaine and vncertaine death A notable description of the olde man or sinne I know one who many yeeres hath liued familiarly with thee hath sat downe at thy Table hath receiued meat from thine owne hand hath slept in thy bosome and when he would hath had priuate conference with thee He by hereditary law is but thy seruant But because from his tender yeeres thou hast pampered him delicately brought him vp very wantonly and hast spared the rod foolishly hee is now become stubborne and rebellious against thee Hee hath lifted vp his heele aboue thy head hee hath brought thee into slauish bondage and doth cruelly tyrannize ouer thee But peraduenture thou wilt say Who is hee It is thy olde man vvhich treadeth and trampleth thy Spirit vnder feete who disdaineth contemneth and reputeth lesse then nothing that blessed Land which is solely and wholy to be desired because nothing can giue a sweet taste or procure a pleasing rellish to his corrupted humour but onely such things as may please the wanton flesh and her vntemperate desires This man is blinde and deafe from his Natiuitie dumbe ancient with dayes many and euill rebellious against vertue opposite to verity an Enemie of the Crosse of Christ Hee scorneth derideth and flowteth the innocent and that man which walketh vprightly in truth and sincerity He busieth himselfe and intermedleth with great and wonderfull matters which doe farre exceede his weake capacitie and much surpasse the short reach of his dull doltish vnderstanding His arrogancie and impudent boldnesse is more then all his fortitude and forces hee dreadeth none nor standeth in awe of any but saith proudly in his doting foolishnesse There is no God Hee pineth and consumeth with good things he is also fed and nourished with other mens euils hee is fatted and cherished with vncleane thoughts and impure cogitations he is neuer tyred nor wearied with them rebelling and transgressing euen vnto the end hee disperseth scattereth abroad his owne like an vnthrifty wasting Prodigall he coueteth and raketh to himselfe other mens goods like