Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	good_a	lord_n	way_n	4,531	5	4.7348	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62328	The Sceptical muse, or, A Paradox on human understanding a poem.		1699 (1699)	Wing S847; ESTC R32629	3,876	14

liberty aright Nor Judge of things by Universal Light Our prepossessions and Affections bind The Soul in Chains and lord it o'er the Mind And if self Int'rest be but in the case Our unexamin'd Principles may pass Good God! that man should thus himself deceive To learn on Credit and on Trust believe Better the Mind no Notions had retain'd But still a fair unwritten blank remain'd For now who Truth from Falshood would discern Must first disrobe the Mind and all unlearn Errors contracted in unmindful Youth When once remov'd will smooth the way for Truth To dispossess the Child the Mortal lives But Death approaches e'er the Man arrives Those who would Learning 's glorious Kingdom find The dear bought purchase of the trading Mind From many dangers must themselves acquit And more than Scylla and Charybdis meet O what an Ocean must be Voyag'd o'er To gain a prospect of the shining shore Resisting Rocks oppose the bounding Soul And adverse Waves retard it as they roll Does not that foolish deference we pay To Men that liv'd long since our passage stay O what prepost'rous paths at first we tread And learn to walk by stumbling on the Dead First we a blessing from the Grave implore Worship Old Urns and Monuments adore The Rev'rend Sage with vast esteem we prize He liv'd long since and must be wond'rous wise Thus are we Debtors to the famous Dead For all those Errors which their Phancies bred Errors indeed for real Knowledge stay'd With those first times nor farther was convey'd But light Opinions are much lower brought While on the Waves of Ignorance they float But solid Truth scarce ever gains the shore So soon it sinks and ne'r emerges more And now suppose this maze of dangers past Will Knowledge dawn and bless the Mind at last Ah! no 't is now environ'd from our Eyes Hides all its Charms and undiscover'd lies Truth like a point or line escapes the sight And claims Intention to perceive it right But what resembles Truth is soon descry'd Spread like a surface and expanded wide The first Man rarely very rarely finds The tedious search of long inquiring Minds But yet what 's worse we know not when we err What mark does Truth what bright distinction bear How do we know that what we know is true How shall we falsehood fly and truth persue Let none then here his certain knowledge boast 'T is all but probability at most This is the easie purchase of the Mind The Vulgar's Treasure which we soon may find But Truth lies hid and e'er we can explore The glitt'ring Gem our fleeting Life is o'er Through all the bulky Volumes of the Dead And through those Books which modern times have bred The Soul may travel as thro Moorish ground Where scarce one Useful Plant is ever found O'er-run with Errors which so thick appear That searching Truth we cannot find it there Bless'd Revelation but for thee we might Have travel'd thro' a dark and tedious night Thy wond'rous force hath reach'd th' Imprison'd Mind And loos'd those Fetters which her pow'rs did bind Now now she 's free and can with Ease run o'er Those obvious Truths so much perplex'd before Reason has little now to do but prove That some most perfect Being rules above And this by little Inference we find 'T is plain 't is bright 't is written on the Mind If there 's a God it then must be believ'd He 's no Deceiver nor can be deceiv'd And if he spake as may be plainly prov'd Then truth prevails and every doubt's remov'd Here then at last my weary'd Soul shall rest With Heav'nly light and sacred knowledge blest And now methinks bright Angels round me stand And bid me welcome to a peaceful Land Methinks I 'm lifted to an higher Sphere Where all is mild and all the Prospect clear From hence I can behold contending Schools Disputing Sects Philosophers and Fools Now I can each Hypothesis despise Laugh at Opinions and be boldly wise No more Ye Dogmatists your Wit shall harm My liss'ning Soul no more my Reason charm No more you shall my Faculties controul Suspicion guards and Doubt defends my Soul FINIS