Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	church_n	spirit_n	teach_v	4,010	5	6.5356	4	true

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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

me for the Field My Prayers are my Sword my Faith my Shield By which how ere you prize them I haue got Vnwounded ●horow twenty thousand Shot And with these Armes I Heauen thinke to skale Though Hell the Ditch were more high the Wall A thousand other Priuiledges more I doe possesse in which the world is poore Yea I so long could reckon you would grant That though I nothing haue I nothing want And did the King but know how rich I were I durst to pawne my Fortunes he would sweare That were he not the King I had beene Hee Whom he of all men would haue wisht to be Nec Curo THen to vouchsafe me yet more fauour here He that supplies my Want hath tooke my Care And when to barre me ought he sees it fit He doth infuse a Minde to sleight at it Why if He all thinges needfull doth bestow Should I for what I haue not carefull grow Low place I keepe yet to a Greatnesse borne Which doth the Worlds affected Greatnesse scorne I doe disdaine her glories and contemne Those muddy spirits that delig●t in them I care for no mans Countenance or grace Vnlesse he be as good as great in place For no mans spight or enuie doe I care For none haue spight at me that honest are I care not for that baser wealth in which Vice may become as well as Vertue rich I care not for their friendship who haue spent Loues best expressions in meere Complement Nor for those Fauors though a Queenes they were In which I thought another had a share I care not for their Prayse who doe not show That in their liues which they in words allow A rush I care not who condemneth me That sees not what my Soules intentions bee I care not though to all men knowne it were Both whom I loue or hate For none I feare I care not though some Cou●tiers still preferre The Parasite and smooth-tongu'd Flatterer Before my bold truth speaking Lines And here If these should anger them I doe not care I care not for that goodly Precious Stone Which Chymists haue so fondly dored on Nor would I giue a rot●en Chip that I Were of the Rosie-Crosse Fraternity For I the world too well haue vnderstood As to be gall'd with such a Brother-hood I care for no more knowledge then to know What I to God and to my Neighbour owe. For outward Beauties I doe nothing care So I within my faire to God appeare No other liberty I care to winne But to be wholy free-ed from my sinne Nor more Abilitie whilst I haue breath Then strength to beare my Crosses to my death Nor can the Earth affoord a happinesse That shall be greater then this Carelesnesse For such a Life I soone should Careles grow In which I had not leasure more to know Nor care I in a knowledge paines to take Which doth not those who get it wiser make Nor for that Wisdome doe I greatly care Which would not make me somewhat honester Nor for that morall Honestie that shall Refuse to ioyne Religion therewithall Nor for that zealous seeming Piety Which wanteth loue and morrall Honesty Nor for their Loues whose base affections be More for their lust then for ought good in me Nor for ought good within me should I care But that they sprincklings of Gods goodnesse are For many Bookes I care not and my store Might now suffice me though I had no more Then Gods two Testaments and therewithall That mighty Uolume which the World we call For these well lookt on well in mind preseru'd The present Ages passages obseru'd My priuate Actions seriously oreview'd My thoughts recald and what of them ensu'd Are Bookes which better farre instruct me can Then all the other Paper-workes of Man And some of These I may be reading to Where e're I come or whatsoe're I do I care not though a sight of Idle Guls With lauish tongues and euer-empty skulls Doe let my better temperd Labours lye And since I Termely make not Pamphlets flie Say I am Idle and doe nothing now As if that I were bound to let Them know What I were doing Or to cast away My breath and Studies on such fooles as They. I much disdaine it For these Blockes be Those That vse to read my Verse like ragged Prose And such as so their Bookes be new ne're care Of what esteeme nor of what vse they are I care not though a vaine and spungy crew Of shallow Critickes in each Tauerne spew Their drunken censures on my Poesie Vntill among their Cupps they sprawling lye These poore betattered Rimers now and then With Wine and Impudence inspired can Some fustian language vtter which doth seeme Among their base admirers worth esteeme But those base Iuie-Poets neuer knew Which way a sprightly honest Rapture flew Nor can they relish any straine of wit But what was in some drunken fury writ Those needy Poetasters to preferr Their nasty stuffe to some dull Stationer With Impudence extoll it and will tell him The very Title of their booke shall sell him As many thousands of them wholly told As euer of my Satyrs haue been sold Yet e're a tweluemoneth by the walls it lies Or to the Kitchin or the Pastry hies Sometime that these mens Rymes may heeded be They giue forsooth a secret Ierke at me But so obscurely that no man may know Who there was meant vntill they tell them so For fearing me They dare not to be plaine And yet my vengeance they suspect in vaine For I can keepe my way and carelesse be Though twenty snarling Curres doe barke at me And while my Fame those fooles doe murmur at And vex themselues with laughing I am fat I am not much inquisitiue to know For what braue Action our last Fleet did go What men abroad performe or what at home Who shall be Emperour or Pope of Rome What newes from France or Spaine or Turkey are Whether of Merchandize of Peace or Warre Whether Mogul the Sophy Prester-Iohn The Duke of China or the I le Iaphan The mightier be for things impertinent To my particular or my Content I little heede though much thereof I know Nor care I whether it be true or no. Not for because I carelesse am become Of the neglected State of Christendome But cause I am assur'd what euer shall Vnto the Church or Common-wealth befall Through Sathans spight or humane Trechery Or our relying on weake Policy Gods promise to his glory shall preuaile Yea when the fond attempts of men doe fayle And they lye smoaking in th●infernall Pit Then Truth and Vertue shall in Glory sit Those who in loue to things that wicked are And those who through Cowardize and feare Became the damned Instruments whereby To set vp Vice and falsehoods Tyranny Eu'n those shall perish by their owne offence And they who loued Truth and Innocence Out of oppression shall aduance their head And on the ruin●s of those Tyrants tread Oh! let