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truth_n	devil_n	father_n	lie_n	3,415	5	9.0726	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56828	Judgement & mercy for afflicted soules, or, Meditations, soliloquies, and prayers by Fra. Quarles.; Boanerges and Barnabas	Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1646 (1646)	Wing Q101; ESTC R20980	53,966	136

salve for many desperate sores BUt hark my soule there 's something rounds mine eare and calls my language to a recantation The Lord hath spoken it Liers shall have their part in the lake which burneth with ●ire and brimstone Revel. 2 1. 8. Exod. 20. Thou shalt not raise a false report Levit. 19. 11. ●e shall not deale falsly neither lie one to another Prov. 12. 22. Lying lips are abomination to the Lord but they that deale truly are his delight Prov. 19. 5. He that speaketh lies shall not escape Ephes. 4. 25. Put away lying and every one speake truth with his neighbour for we are members one of another Revel. There shall in no wise enter into the new Ierusalem any thing that worketh abomination or that maketh a lie St. August Whosoever thinkes there 's any kind of lie that is not a sinne shamefully deceives himselfe mistaking a lying or c●usening knave for a square or honest man Gregor. Eschew and avoid all falshood though sometime certaine kind of untruths are lesse sinfull as to tell a lie to save a mans life yet because the Scripture saith The lyer slayeth his owne soule and God will destroy them that tell a lie therefore religious and honest men should alwayes avoyd even the best sort of lies neither ought another mans life be secured by our falshood or lying lest we destroy our own soule in labouring to secure another mans life VVHat a child O my soule hath thy false bosome harbord And what reward can thy indulgence expect from such a father What blessing canst thou hope from heaven that pleadest for the sonne of the devill and crucifyest the Sonne of God God is the Father of truth To secure thy estate thou denyest the truth by framing of a lie To save thy brothers life thou opposest the truth in justifying a lie Now tell me O my soul art thou worthy the name of a Christian that denyest and opposest the nature of Christ Art thou worthy of Christ that preferrest thy estate or thy brothers life before him O my unrighteous soul canst thou hold thy brother worthy of death for giving thee the lie and thy selfe guiltlesse that makest a lie I but in some cases truth destroyes thy life a lie preserves it My soule was God thy Creator then make not the devill thy preserver Wilt thou despaire to trust him with thy life that gave it and make him thy Protector that seeks to destroy it Reforme thee and repent thee O my soule hold not thy life on such conditions but trust thee to the hands that made thee His Prayer O God that art the God of truth whose word is truth that hatest lying lips and abominatest the deceitfull tongue that banishest thy presence all such as love or make a lie and lovest truth and requirest uprightnesse in the inward parts I the most wretched of the sonnes of men and most unworthy to bee called thy sonne make bold to cast my sinfull eyes to heaven Lord I have sinned against heaven and against truth and have turned thy grace into a lie I have renounced the wayes of righteousnesse and have harbour'd much iniquitie within me which hath turned thy wrath against me I have transgrest against the checks of my owne conscience and have vaunted of my transgression which way soever I turne mine eye I see no object but ●hame and confusion Lord when I look upon my self I find nothing there but fuell for thy wrath and matter for thine indignation and my condemnation And when I cast mine eyes to heaven I there behold an angry God and a severe revenger But Lord at thy right hand I see a Saviour and a sweet redeemer I see thy wounded sonne cloathd in my flesh and bearing mine infirmities and interceding for my numerous transgressions for which my soule doth magnifie thee O God and my spirit rejoyceth in him my Saviour Lord when thou lookest upon the vast score of my offences turne thine eyes upon the infinite merits of his satisfaction O when thy justice calls to minde my sinnes let not thy mercy forget his sufferings Wash mee O wash mee in his blood and thou shalt see me cloathed in his righteousnesse Let him that is all in all to mee be all in all for me make him to me sanctification justification redemption Inspire my heart with the spirit of thy truth and preserve me from the deceitfulnesse of double tongue Give mee an inward confidence to relie upon thy fatherly providence that neither feare may deterre mee nor any advantage may turne me from the wayes of thy truth Let not the specious goodnesse of the end encourage mee to the unlawfulnesse of the meanes but let thy Word bee the warrant to all my actions Guide my footsteps that I may walke uprightly and quicken my conscience that it may reprove my faylings Cause me to feele the burthen of this my habituall sinne that comming to thee by a true and serious repentance my sinnes may obtaine a full and a gratious forgivenesse Give me a heart to make a Covenant with my lips that both my heart and and tongue being sanctified by thy Spirit may bee both united in truth by thy mercy and magnifie thy name for ever and for ever The Revengefull mans rage O What a Iul●p to my scorching soule is the delicious blood of my offender and how it cooles the burning Fever of my boyling veynes It is the Quintessenee of pleasures the height of satisfaction and the very marrow of all delight to bath and paddle in the blood of such whose bold affronts have turn'd my wounded patience into fury How full of sweetnesse was his death who dying was reveng'd upon three thous●nd enemies How sweetly did the younger brothers blood allay the soule-consuming flames of the elder who tooke more pleasure in his last breath then heaven did in his first Sacrifice Yet had not heaven condemned his action nature had found an Advocate for his passion What sturdy spirit hath the power to rule his suffering thoughts or curbe the headstrong fury of his Irascible affections Or who but fooles that cannot taste an injury can moderate their high-bred spirits and stop their passion in her full carreire Let heavy Cynicks they whose leaden soules are taught by stupid reason to stand bent at every wrong that can digest an injury more easily then a complement that can protest against the Lawes of nature and cry all naturall affection downe let them be Andirons for the injurious world to work a Heate upon let them find shoulders to receive the painefull s●ripes of peevish Mortalls and to beare the wrongs of daring insolence Let them bee drawne like Calves prepar'd for slaughter and bow their servile necks to sharpe destruction let them submit their slavish bosomes to be trod and trampled under foot for every pleasure My Eagle spiri● flies a higher pitch and like ambitious Phaeton climbes into the fiery Chariot and drawne with fury scorne revenge and honor

in his brothers way Psal. 50. 6. God is Iudge himselfe St. August Apparent and notorious iniquities ought both to bee reproved and condemned but wee should never judge such things as we understand not nor can certainly know whether they be done with a good or evill intent S. August When thou knowest not apparently judge charitably because it 's better to think● well of the wicked then by frequent censuring to suspect an innocent man guilty of an offence S. Aug. The unrighteous Iudge shall bee justly condemned HAs thy brother O my soule a beame in his eye And ha●t thou no m●●te in thine Cleare thine own and thou wilt see the better to cleanse his I● a Theese bee in his Candle blow it not out le●t thou wrong the flame but if thy snuffers bee of Gold snuffe it Has hee offended thee Forgive him Hath hee srespass'd against the Congregation Reprove him Hath hee sinned against God Pray for him O my soule how uncharitable hast thou been How Pharisaically hast thou judg'd Being sick of the Iaundies how hast thou censur'd another yellow And with blotted fingers made his blurre the greater How has the pride of thy owne heart blinded thee toward thy selfe How quick-sighted to another Thy brother has slipt but thou hast fallen and hast blancht thy owne impiety with the publishing his sinne Like a Flie thou stingest his fores and feed'st on his corruptions Jesus came eating and drinking and was judg'd a glutton Iohn came fasting and was challeng'd with a devill Judge not my soule lest thou bee judged maligne not thy brother lest God laugh at thy destruction Wouldst thou escape the punishment judge thy selfe Wouldst thou avoyd the sinne humble thy selfe His Prayer O God that art the onely searcher of the Reines to whom the secrets of the heart of man are onely known to whom alone the judgement of our thoughts our words and deeds belong and to whose sentence wee must stand or fall I a presumptuous sinner that have thrust into thy place and boldly have presumed to execute thy office doe here as humbly confesse the insolence of mine attempt and with a sorrowfull heart repent me of my doings and though my convinced conscience can look for nothing from thy wrathfull hand but the same measure which I measured to another yet in the confidence of that mercy which thou hast promised to all those that truely and unfeignedly beleeve I am become an humble suitor for thy gratious pardon Lord if thou search mee but with a favourable eye I shall appeare much more unrighteous in thy sight then this my uncharitably condemned brother did in mine O looke not therefore Lord upon mee as I am lest thou abhor me but through the merits of my blessed Saviour cast a gratious eye upon mee Let his humilitie satisfie for my presumption and let his meritorious sufferings answer for my vile uncharitablenesse let not the voyce of my offence provoke thee with a stronger cry then the language of his Intercession Remove from mee O God all spirituall pride and make me little in my owne conceite Lord light mee to my selfe that by thy light I may discerne how dark I am Lighten that darkenesse by thy holy Spirit that I may search into my owne corruptions And since O God all gifts and graces are but nothing and nothing can bee acceptable in thy sight without charity quicken the dulnesse of my faint affections that I may love my brother as I ought Soften my marble heart that it may melt at his infirmities Make me carefull in the examination of my owne wayes and most severe against my owne offences Pull out the beame out of mine owne eye that I may see clearely and reprove wisely Take from mee O Lord all grudging envy and malice that my seasonable reproofes may winne my brother Preserve my heart from all censorious thoughts and keepe my tongue from striking at his name Grant that I make right use of his Infirmities and reade good Lessons in his failings that loving him in thee and thee in him according to thy command wee may both bee united in thee as members of thee that thou mayst receive honour from our communion here and wee eternal glory from thee hereafter in the world to come The Liars Fallacies NAy if Religion bee so strict a Law to bind my tongue to the necessitie of a truth on all occasions at all times and in all places the gate ●●too strait for me to enter Or if the generall ●●les of downeright truth will admit no few ex●●ptions farewell all honest mirth farewell all trading farewell the whole converse betwixt man and man If alwayes to speake punctuall truth bee the true Symptomes of a blessed soule Tom Tell troth has a happy time and fooles children are the onely men If truth sit Regent in what faithfull brest shall secrets finde repose What kingdome can be safe What Commonwealth can be secure What warre can be succesfull What Stra●●● can prosper if bloody times should force Religion to sh●oud it selfe beneath my roofe upon demand shall my false truth betr●y it Or shall my brothers life or shall my owne be seis'd upon through the cruell truth of my downe-right confession or rather not be secured by a faire officious life shall the righteous Favorite of Egypts Tyrant by vertue of a loud lie sweeten out his joy and heighten up his soft affection with the Antiperistas●s of teares and may I not prevari●●ate with a sullen truth to save a brothers life from a bloodthirsty hand Shall Iacob and his ●●oo indulgent mother conspire in a lie to purchase a paternall blessing in the false name and habit of a supplanted brother and shall I questi●●ion to preserve the granted blessing of a life or livelihood with a harmelesse lie Come come my soule let not thy timerous conscien●e check at such poore things as these So long as thy officious tongue aymes at a just end a lie is no offence So long as thy perjurious lippes confirme not thy untruth with an audacious b●ow thou needst not feare The weight of the cause releeves the burthen of the Crime Is thy Center good No matter how crooked the lines of the circumference bee Policy allowes it If thy journies end be heaven it matters not how full of Hell thy journey be Divinitie allowes it Wi●t thou condemne the Egyptian Midwives for saving the infant Israelites by so mercifull a lie When Martiall execution is to bee done wilt thou feare to kill When hunger drives thee to the gates of death wilt thou bee affraid to steale When civill warres divide a kingdome will Mercuries decline a lie No circumstances excuse as well as make the lie Had Caesar S●ioio or Alexander been regulated by such strict Divinitie their names had been as silent as their dust A lie is but a faire put-off the s●nctuary of a secret the riddle of a lover the stragem of a Souldier the policy of a Statesman and a