Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	wonder_v	world_n	worth_n	15	3	8.4030	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16741	A diuine poeme diuided into two partes: the rauisht soule, and the blessed vveeper. Compiled by Nicholas Breton, Gentle-man.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3648; ESTC S104780	13,485	48

His prayer for our preseruation His worke to ioy the spirits of the blest His word the assured trueth of our s●●uation His warre a fight but onely for our peace His peace th● ioy wherin our soules doe liue His woundes the salue that doth our woes release His triumph freely of his grace to giue Oh should I runne into that world of worth Wherin his glory duely doth increas● I should more wonder of most worth bring forth Then thought can reach vntill all thinking cease But since true loue requi●ed with vnkindnesse Grace with disgrace Comfort with miserie Wisedome with folly Truth with falshoods blin●nes Honour with shame and right with iniury Since all the contraries of true content That wit and reason rightly maie receiue His heauenly mercy truely patient All for our good full meekely did receiue And being gon from our vngratious handes Vnto the right hand of his fathers rest There in his hourely intercession standes For our remission making lo●es request And by his worde the Message of his will Sent by the Preachers of his prooued truthe Doth call our soules from all accursed ill Vnto the good of gracious mercies ruth And bids our faith to feare no hurt of sinne And leaues vs lessons in the ●●les of grace VVhere true repentance doth remission winne And humble faith doth finde in heauen a place And lets vs see each day and euerie night A kinde of figure both of heauen and hell And how that sinnes doe alwaies fly the light VVhile blessed graces doe in brightnes dwell And howe the vertuous in the heauens are blessed And how the vicious in their horrors hated And howe the Iust shall haue their wrongs redressed And how the proude shall haue their pride abated How Charitie shall be in heauen rewarded How patience care shall richly be contented How Bribrie shall be vtterly discarded And Tyrannie shall be in hell tormented How humble faith shall be in heau'n beloued And gracious spirits blessedly embraced And faithlesse spirits from all grace remooued And gracelesse spirits vtterly disgraced When life shall be pronounc'● to the elected And loue shall take the charge of the beloued And hell receiue the soules of the reiected To endlesse paines of gracelesse will reproued VVhen this I say and all that can be sayd That may reuiue the vertuous in their death And iustly make the reprobate afraide VVith looking downe into their hell beneath Our Lo●d hath left vs in those lines of loue That heau'nly wisedom wrote for our instruction Yet we all carelesse of our soules be●oue VVill headlong runne vpon our owne destruction VVhat shall I say but let the Atheist frie VVithin ●he coles of his owne conscience fire Torments too true too late will make him trie He cannot scape the furie of Gods ire And let the faithfull in their fearelesse hope Assure their spirits of especiall Grace The breadth of heauen doeth bea●e so large a scope That none so poore but there shall haue a place And let the prince not glory in his crowne But lay it at the feet of mercies loue And let the haughtie pull those humours downe That onely worke for wicked hels behoue Oh let the faire leaue painting of their faces And onely seeke the beautie of the minde For God alon● doeth loue the inward graces And not the shadowes that the eye doe blinde And let the rich not let his riches rust But seeke the wealth but of the spirits worth Fo● God doth know your treasu●e is but dust And ye but stewards for to let it forth And let the wise so well employ their wits They may attaine the knowle●●e to doe well And shun the follies of those madding fits That leauing heauen doe run the way to hell Oh let that Queene be truely Angel-like With graces Scepter holdes the Sword of peace And by her faith in mercies hande doth seeke A ioyfull Kingdome that shall neuer cease And let that Ladie thinke her selfe a Queene That hath possession of her spirite so That she could leaue all comfo●ts she hath seene And her owne selfe vnto her God to goe And let that Souldier most that valour loue Where God assistes the faithfull in their fight While lacke of faith in Coward feare doth prooue Each shadowe doth the faithlesse soule affright And let the Lawyer looke on iustice lines And knowe that God will right the poore mans wrong And that such Lawyers as are true Diuines Doe loue the Muses sing of mercies songe And let the Marchant loue that traffique best Where trauaile findes the treasure of Gods grace VVhile greedie mindes that fill the golden chest Shall neuer see their Sauiour in the face And let the Scholler that doth studie most Finde out the truth of lifes eternall treasure And thinke all labour in his studie lost VVhere God his grace giues not the spirit pleasure And let the louer leaue his wanton looke VVith such illusions as enchaunt the minde And onely loue the beautie of that Booke VVhere God alone is in his loue to finde Abhorre the Diuell and he will depart Grace is as neere as sinne if you will craue it So faith doe begge it with repentant heart For feare nor pride are euer like to haue it Crie vnto Christ whome you haue crucified In teares of loue reueale your hate of sinne So in your greefe when grace is glo●ified Be sure in mercie doth your blisse beginne Beleeue his worde seeke to obey his will And know the worke is his and none of yours Striue to doe well and flye the way to ill And be submissiue to supernall powe●s Be patient in the crosse of any care Repentant in remembrance of amisse Const●nt in faith loue God without compare And giue all glory to that name of his Hate him that speakes against his Maiestie Loue him in soule that will forsake him neuer And know the scorners of the Deity Shall all be damn'd and frie in hell for euer Goe to your closet louely there alone Bleede forth in teares the trueth of your beliefe And you shall see your smallest spirits groane Will finde a grace to ease you of your griefe For he that knowes the secrets of your thought And knowes the natures of your sinnes disease Will neuer see your spirit ouer-wrought But in the instant giue you present ease You shal be the deare daughter of his loue And like a father he will looke vpon you And in his mercy so much comfort proue That you shall neuer more be woe-begon you Your soule in heauen shall halfe already be The Angels ginne to set your part to sing Your spirits eye shall in som● grace● se● Some shadowing glory of your heauenly king And you all rauisht with your heauenly ioy Will so his gracious glorious Name ●dore That being healed of your soules annoy This hatefull world shall be your loue no more And you of men that haue bene long admir'd For many worthes well worthy admiration Shall then of Angels be as much