Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	spirit_n	word_n	world_n	4,063	5	4.6137	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A46240	A cure for the tongue-evill, or, A receipt against vain oaths being a plain and profitable poem, shewing the hainousness of common swearing, with reasons against it, and remedies for it / by T.I., an hearty well-wisher to his king, church, and country.	Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?	1662 (1662)	Wing J1024; ESTC R10705	7,712	18

A CURE FOR THE Tongue-Evill OR A Receipt against VAIN OATHS Being a plain and profitable Poem SHEWING The Hainousness of COMMON SWEARING with Reasons against it and Remedies for it By T. I. an hearty Well-wisher to his King Church and Country LONDON Printed for Christopher Ecclestone in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleetstreet 1662. A CURE FOR THE Tongue-Evill REader take well what I thee here present To Cure thy Tongue that wild-fire instrument As it by Common Oaths doth give offence To all that fear God in a filial sence Now what means swearing customarily Is 't not a strain of hellish poesy But stay who ever heard hells Jailor use With horrid oath Gods dreadfull name t' abuse Cert's 't is a truth to give devills their due They will not swear as doth their cursed crue The devils roaring herd both swear and lye But this alone is his grand property Hells fiend rants not in wine or ale or beer As if with oaths he heaven and earth would tear His subtile wit variety affords Without all nonsense-sauring-swearing-words Yet as for oaths as commonly they 're us'd The causes vile by which they are produc't Are hells provoking pow'rs Satan and sin Sinne unrepented causing rage within Want of Gods fear and love the great neglect Of daily prayers want of due respect To Gods all-seeing eye his vast essence That heaven and earth doth fill with his presence Neglect of reading Gods most Holy Law Which God hath ma●e to keep us in his awe The damn'● abuse of mea● to great excesse Of Wine and other drinks to drunkennesse A vayn and light heart a distemper'd brain And fellowsh●p with those whom Oathes do stain A 〈◊〉 and hee●less minde base idlenesse Anger and gami●g and covetousnesse For were it not for these infectious ills No speech would bee that conversation spills Swearing's a bodge in wilde mens poetry Who minde not words of ingenuity It is a rash fooles bolt that is soon shot Did men consider use it they would not It is the rant of debauch'd Ruffians That stare and roar o're pots and cups and cans It is a mad uncivill Bedlam course Which gracelesse people use in their discourse It is the silth defiles Gods Attributes A Folly which with reason never suites The Cognizance 't is of Gods Enemy The damned mens note in Hellish misery It is from Hell a vapour rising so That down to Hell again it bends to goe It is a badge of Satans followers Gives blackness worse than that of Colliers It binds the Soul to Satan Death and Hell It is the signe at which Satan doth dwell It is the Common and filthy drivell Of a foul in-mate in men the Devill It is the poyson of the lips which makes The soul to stink worse than the filthiest ●akes It is the thunder from Hell that is sent For it men quake if for it they repent It is a banefull hearb thht grows apace It chokes the seed of the good word of grace It is the Common Filth whereby's defil'd Both Man and Woman and the tender Child One onely day the Sabbath men do break But every day and hour sweare when they speak Oaths are so common they fly up and down In every Country County City Town At Cards and Dice at table bed and boord Men use this plaguy soul-polluting word Both Master and Servants in every place Gods Holy Name do commonly disgrace The rich and poor in this are all alike At Gods great name with ugly Oaths they strike There 's scarce an house in which there 's not one dead Through wicked oaths which wound the heart and head For other sins there seemeth some pretence That profit or pleasure doth flow from thence Such is the way of Drunkards theevish wights And those that violate the Nuptiall Rites But swearing is so base a foolery It brings no pleasure nor utility It wounds more hearts together at one blow Then any weapon of the deadly'st foe A Common oath is like a fatal dart Which being shot doth wound the shooters heart An house full of plagues and a tongue of Oaths Are joyn'd together as Body and Cloaths For this the flying roll of cursed woe That cuts off many o're the earth doth go As man doth not delight to blesse but swear And curse so shall be wofull curses wear This brings the plague on mens houses of clay Upon their goods and Chattels in a way Of crosses losses and many curses It breeds a vacuum in mens purses Nothing holds well with those who do'nt refrain Their tongues from belching in this bloody strain The swearer needs no executioner But his vile tongue himself to rent and tear He needs not any poison spear or sword To kill himself but his own tongue and word A good name is precious in ev'ry kinde But this is worthless in a swearers minde It is a truth 'gainst which there 's no dispute He lyar-like is crackt in his repute By oaths Saints hearts are wounded through their ears They 'r words for which the Christian sheddeth tears They grieve Gods Spirit in saints and they make In little worlds a great and sad earth-quake Swearing is like the plague it spreads and kills With great infection it many fills The swearers plagues company Still multiply their base society Except the Scottish Covenant-sharer I dare pronounce the rash common swearer The worst of the worst of Subjects yea more The millions of common oathes men swore Occasion'd this damned Covenant As being the product of the swearers rant God suffer'd this for these for cause best known Unto his dreadfull Majesty alone To gather rebells 'gainst our Sovereign Our Church and State to our great woe and pain Swearing's a fire that many places burns It is an engine houses over-turns It smites the aire into tempests thunder The ground Gods-footstool it tears asunder It makes the Land to put on sable weeds And in great Kingdoms dismal changes breeds This bloody agent both in Church and State Doth ruin all things in most dreadfull fate It is a Kingdom-weakning wasting Sin It is a State-confounding cursed gin This leading generall sin in notions Doth bring upon them desolations This sin which is of a deep stain and die On all the world brings grievous misery T is sad to think how many Millions Do damn their souls by their foul swearing tongues T is sad to think how many plagues and woes Are usher'd in by Oathes mens mortal foes Swearing's high treason 'gainst the King of Kings On swearers heads who justly Vengeance brings Gods attributes stand all engag'd 'gainst all That commonly to witnesse God doth call A swearer is Gods daring Opposite And is abhominable in his sight As much as in man lies he wounds Gods soul As if vain dust would live without controul No man Gods honour makes to suffer worse