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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	word_n	work_v	write_v	200	4	5.2422	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A32308	Divine passions piously and pathetically expressed in three severall bookes / written and composed for private consolation ... by Edward Calver.	Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.	1643 (1643)	Wing C313; ESTC R28545	68,451	138

question if thy wisdome can Is there no God how came there then a man But here I know thou wilt to nature fly All things thou saist by nature live and die And natures force doth all conclusions draw Nature shall therefore be thy only law I grant in all things that created be We may a power which is call'd nature see Which to such creatures is a law indeed Whose skill no other Dialect can read But thou who hast an understanding part And hast besides much benefit by art Sparks rak'd up in thy ashes of such light As death nor divell can extinguish quite Canst thou be grosser then the beast that dies Blind as the beast is yet hast better eyes Admit no maker but ingendring power As earth brings forth the herb the herb the flower But canst thou into natures secrets pry And canst not view a Deitie there by Earth may bring forth but not create fond head Can that give life which in it selfe is dead But here thou wilt out of thy wisdome say There is indeed both dead and living clay The dead brings forth the creature dull and base The living doth produce a living race The sensles earth we may with safety grant Brings forth the sensles grasse the hearb the plant That living morter which is man by name By generation doth produce the same Produce I say as instruments whereby Creating power continues a supply God first indeed mans God-head to convince Made man of dust but man so manking since Man then was made made not himselfe to live How can he then have any life to give Or if he hath we must subject it still Unto the force of the Creators will But be it so what can be granted thence That sensles earth or earth indu'd with sense Can out of their created substance frame An other substance or indeed the same This is but only to preserve t is plain That which before was made not make again Nor can the creature bring forth as is said Without the help of a creating ai'd Thou mad'st not then thy selfe nor yet thy Son Who did that work then which thou see'st is done Thou canst no just apologie invent Confesse there is a God then and repent Thy soule besides though now inclos'd in earth Yet pure in substance and of noble birth Cannot but at some time or other dart Some heavenly rayes into thy earthly heart Which doth convince thy knowledge of thy errour And strikes into thy conscience such a terrour As makes thee feele the power of the most high Which in thy heart thou dar'st thus to deny Were this too little at it is perchance To work upon thy wilfull ignorance Yet God hath further witnesses no doubt Thousands he hath not left himselfe without His word and works uncessantly declare him In such a voice that all the world may heare him His word reveales his truth his works his glory All creatures being do confirme the story But here againe thy wretched heart replies Those works of wonder which no mortall eyes Can see into their center something pose Thy desp'rate thoughts thou stand'st amaz'd at those But for Gods word though writ with his own pen Or from his mouth by heav'ns inspired men That suites not with thee sincks not in thy brain Tush words saist thou they are but wind or vaine Thou can'st those rules which we call Scripture read With no such trust to think them true indeed But mans invention so to keep in awe Men which by nature stand in need of Law But dust and ashes dar'st thou make a tush Which makes both Angels and the heav'ns to blush Racing besides those truths which are ingraven Upon thy soule by truth it selfe from heaven Prints of eternity upon thy soule Are stamp'd by heav'n canst thou then slight that roule Which to thee reades eternity in print Is heav'nly ●ire so hidden in thy flint Thy flint indeed but when this powerfull word Which is more sharpe then a two edged sword Strikes home upon thy flintie soule no doubt It doth force sparks of heavenly fire there out But lest these sparks should burst out into flame Thou seek'st by all meanes to put out the same Though making thus these heavenly sparks retire Thou keepst thy selfe unto eternall fire Againe this word besides the ghostly power That rests within that never raced tower The potent truth which hath so well been try'd With sweet consent and harmony supply'd That harbours in this heav'nly word is such As may convince thy marble heart asmuch The truth indeed that we may truly call One jot whereof did never faile nor shall And did thy sight not dazell at this Sun Thou there mightst cleerly read the same and run But oh thou wretched Atheist that dost find The seeing Organ of thy soule too blind To view the truths in sacred Scripture pend Or wilfull that thou wilt not apprehend O rest not under that Egyptian cloud Cast not away the meanes of light alow'd But read the Scripture to avoid that curse Disuse of reading makes thee read the worse Hadst thou a heart could truly understand Or eyes set ope by faith to read that hand Thou shouldst discerne such wonders in that glasse As nothing but a God can bring to passe The truth of this most perfectly appeares By the consent of past foure thousand yeares Each Promise tipe and Prophesie fulfil'd Do here of certain testimonies yeeld The seed to break the Serpents head was sown Three thousand yeares before the blade was grown All humane hopes might then have been casshierd And yet at length a glorious crop appear'd God once drown'd all the mountaines here below But then above in mercy set his bow To be a sign which hath been still made good That heav'ns no more should poure down such a flood Thus heav'ns by Scripture often times fore-shew What by experience men in time find true That men in Scripture so may learn to read Their Makers glory by his pen and dread Again besides the truth that Scriptures carry That in themselves they from themselves not varry Whereby they are with that perfection crown'd Which in no humane Author can be found The loftie stile that sacred Scriptures bare Their height of birth and majestie declare So powerfull so impartiall and sincere As partiall man could never yet come neere Men deeply learned and of highest wit Unlesse instructed by this holy writ Write at the fairest but with natures quill Dip'd in some fountaine on Pernassus hill Their wisdomes to no higher pitch can hover Then principalls of nature do discover Imploys that agent which we Reason call About no objects but meere naturall But sacred writ that hath a further reatch That is transcending flies a higher pitch That came from heav'n is spirituall and here Made by the spirit to us men appeare That conquers reason subdues natures Lawes As far unable to dispute the cause That is eternall therefore sent to try That part in man which hath no