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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	church_n	scripture_n	speak_v	4,012	5	5.0509	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26447	Advice to a parson, or, The true art of preaching, in opposition to modern practice written by a person of honour to Dr. S---, his late chaplin ...	Person of honour.	1691 (1691)	Wing A641; ESTC R1158	21,517	88

Universe does ring You only on the Subject silent are Mankind against your Preaching will declare Keep to the Mistery and don 't fly off One Mist'ry has for One Sermon scope enough Many have thus propos'd but ere They'd done Forgetting That on something else did run This Parson to the People's a Rank Cheat In you for Ignorance passes not Deceit The Greatness of the Myst'ry did you know 'T would make its Order and Conclusion too The Thing Deep Meditation does demand Which if the Preacher don't well understand Leaving the Subjects which such pains would cost And shifting where his Needs require him most His Sermons nothing to the Purpose makes His Voice like Thunder Church Pulpit shakes And a loud Noise the People Threatning makes For all this Bustle you may yet remarque As to their Faith They still are in the Dark they could not tell if ask't at th' End of Lent What by True Christianity is meant And They perhaps know not one Jot the more What to think of the God which They Adore If on Faiths Misteries you Discourses hold Make them some Great Important Truth unfold Quote both the Scripture and the Fathers too If needful those Quotations we allow In Trivial Things speak Latin Ev'ry where Your making Great St. Austin I can't bear Nor quoting Scripture much in Matters plain Such Lectures and their Praises are but Vain We aukward Palats and Cross Wits detect Who think They Preach if They can but collect Ev'n in Collections too they 're at a loss Where Gold is plenty They present you Dross I smoke those Preachers when I hear 'em first Yet to the Fathers Doors they lay the worst Places of all their Sermons When the Thought Is false a Father to maintain 't is brought Says He When we do find him Reason wrong This does t' a Father not to me belong A Father Rouz'd then I depart with Rage The Bishop with Remonstrance trye t' Engage These false Purloiners may suspended Be And thus the Fathers from the Scandal free The Inte'rests of Condemned Faction quit And to the Edicts of the Church submit Well understand what you for Faith delare Men are seduced often unaware And for Positions which the Church does hold Zeal is broaching damn'd Opinions Bold Yet Zeal does not for Ignorance atone For Ignorance does seldom reign alone But its lage Empire often does divide With a Phanaticks more unruly Pride Confounds the Truth but for distinction sake Thinks He does in a Schism a Conquest make With false Zeal the Fanatick always Blind Makes Fools to His Rebellious Boldness Kind No sooner can his Wire-drawn Thoughts unfold But by the Crowd is for a Saint enroll'd Worthy Restorer of the Gospels Light He only the Old Discipline can set right Friends Strangers Neuters when his Name is up Into the Church striving for places drop Coaches do one anothers passage stop The Church too little for the Crowd is made And Auditors the Entry Barricade Till he Phanatick is declar'd at last And the Just Censure by the Bishop past The Law does him due punishment enjoyn To Newgate for his holding-forth confine These are the Rocks on which these Preachers split Whose Pride transcends their Modesty and Wit to Gain Proselytes turns Presbyter But for a Deanery does the Church prefer On this side now on that side then did lean At last he neither Preacher is nor Dean The Pulpit many several Dreamers knows Who Their Wild Fancies would for Faith Impose Other Interpreters so head-strong are As to make Faith a Castle in the Air. Those strange Excesses argue self-conceit Of Him whom grosly does self-flattery Cheat Too stiff to doubt and to believe too shy On his own Judgment solely does rely Adhere You to the Church the surer Guide And those Debates attempt not to decide With which Her self forbears to have to do This would be High Presumption sure in You In Points hard to be clear'd Your Faith Resign And thank the Pow'rs who those commands injoyn Into the middle Path of Christians fall 'Twixt doubting Nothing and suspecting All For to what purpose in a doubtfull Thing Should We a Scrupulous Soul disturbed bring Since many Articles and Points Made out Do leave A Sinner Room enough to Doubt Truth always Perseveres in being strict The Gospel does a Rigid Life Inflict In vain Man fishes for sort Pleasures there Which thick set We discover ev'ry where Does only Crowns of Thorns and Crosses bear If wanting Innocence Man Heav'ns loss deplores Repentance only that Great Loss restores This Gospel-Oracle will prove too true Sinners to Heav'n but in this Road can go Your Rigorous Maximes still support with Truth Make Venial Sins not Mortal in your Mouth When with Grimace the Truth you over-act I leave you and do wish you more Exact Condemning the Luxurious and Profuse Wishing Brocades and Points were less in use Forbear the Mode with Anguish to Controul And for a Ribband Damn a Harmless Soul Patches and Paint let talk about But plunge Rich Mammon in a deeper doubt To Him the Forlorn Mans Condition show Wh ' Oppress'd with Hunger Empty to and fro Life to maintain for Daily Bread does go The Dismal Figure of an Alms-House Paint Expiring Brethren's Groans and dire complaint Till of Attire Superfluous weary grown The Wretches with Compunction does bemoan Lays on his Pride the Cause of all Their Wrong And owns what fed it did to them belong This Prospect will Dead Nature Quicken best And make him his vain Ornaments divest And then reflecting on Expences past Shall send his Trimming to the Poor at last To Truth stick always as I did advise Truth only in a Sermon Edifies That here you Proofs from their true Meanings wrest And there what 's settled you with force contest The sence of Plainest Passages distort Your Reputation greatly suffers sor't You Me for Your Vain Eloquence must lose And I Your Malice or Defects accuse However Novelties do Charm the Town Severity with best goes down A Preacher that Damns with full pow'r may pass For a Great Doctor though a very Ass Though in his Life a Rake-Hell he appears He will not fail of Zealous Followers Some Preachers now there are who 've no pretence To Wit or Parts beside Bare Confidence Who only have the Gift of being frank And please the World just like a Mountebank This Preacher merrily sends Souls to Hell This on Sin rallies like an Infidel Nothing amiss does to his Sermons come Billinsgate Jests or Stories of Tom Thumb Does Figures without any meaning take And does a Farce of Vice and Vertue make Mark how he on the Morals does Encroach And for a Trivial Thing Mankind reproach You 'd think that only He was Sanctify'd Heaven to Him only did its Will conside That He alone the Gospel Understands And has the Pow'r of Heaven in his Own Hands Suppose the World thus after Him did run What mighty Wonders have his Sermons done The People ev'ry Thing