Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	sing_v	youth_n	youthful_a	20	3	12.0387	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63515	The True effigies of the monster of Malmesbury, or, Thomas Hobbes in his proper colours	Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.	1680 (1680)	Wing T2693_PARTIAL; Wing M2259_PARTIAL; ESTC R5362	6,333	22

extend To larger measures gives to Kings what 's due to God alone Thus what he seems to make more great he really makes none For sure on Earth there is No Monarchy If it consist in ABSOLUTE Sovereignty The King of Kings commands us to obey our King By chearful Doing or by quiet Suffering He that the Power of Kings would have much higher to arise His King Dishonours and his GOD he doth Despise Such Folk dwell in those Colonies Which Hobbes has planted in his Lands of New Philosophies I little thought before Nor being my own self so poor Could comprehend so vast a store That all the Wardrobe of rich Eloquence Could have afforded half enuff Of bright of new and lasting Stuff To cloath the mighty limbs of thy Gigantick Sense Thy solid Reason like the Shield from Heaven To the Trojan Heroe given Too strong to take a mark from any mortal Dart Yet shines with Gold and Gems in every part And wonders on it grav'd by the learned hand of Art A Shield that gives delight Even to the Enemies sight Then when they 're sure to lose the Combat by 't 5 His Monstrous Thoughts may well be call'd Gigantick Sense To Heaven they fain would offer violence Like those Giants of old Of which the Poets told Even like Goliath they Defie The Armies of the Living God and like him too they Die The Man with his Gigantick Sense his mighty Spear and Shield Comes forth into the Field And for some time he Boasted there As if he had no Cause to Fear His Captive-Darkned Soul cann't see What 't is to have our Souls set free From the Black Chains of dire NECESSITIE This and a Thousand Errors more He strives to Land upon our Shoar But then the Mighty BRAMHAL comes and takes his Arms away Shews that this Painted Shield's not fit for Fight but Play Strikes down the Monster doth to All his Ugly Shape display Then in another Field he 's met by th' Mighty WARD And here 't was plainly seen that he could neither guard Himself from being Wounded or give Wounds Down strait he falls his Armour on him sounds What e're his Followers say he never Rose again His Ghost is heard to Rave sometimes but then Bold TOM was slain 6 Nor can the Snow which now cold Age does shed Upon thy reverend Head Quench or allay the noble Fires within But all which thou hast bin And all that Youth can be thou' rt yet So fully still dost Thou Enjoy the Manhood and the Bloom of Wit And all the Natural Heat but not the Feaver too So Contraries on AEtna's Top conspire Her hoary Frosts and by them breaks out Fire A secure peace the faithful Neighbours keep Th● emboldned Snow next to the Flame does sleep And if we weigh like Thee Nature and Causes we shall see That thus it needs must be To things Immortal Time can do no wrong And that which never is to Dye for ever must be Young TOM's grown Another Man and now himself betakes To Poetry and Sonnets makes Of Gods and Goddesses and such like things He 's now the Eccho of what HOMER Sings If Versifying be a Sign of Youth The Man of Politicks is youthful still He does not here Pretend to shew the Truth On which Pretence how much Ink did he spill O that he had spent all the Time In hard Translations and in Rhyme Which he spent in Opposing Truths by which to Heaven we climb No wonder that Old Age Youth AEtnean Cold Heat Should Meet in Him in whom long since such Contradictions Met. I wish he may not Die too soon after so long a Life That he no longer would maintain his cursed Strife 'Gainst That which would make him repent of all 's Impieties Least his Long Life bring him i' th' End to th' WORM that Never Dies FINIS