Selected quad for the lemma: water_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	body_n	earth_n	element_n	7,308	5	10.1853	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02519	The character of man laid forth in a sermon preach't at the court, March, 1⁰. 1634. By the L. Bishop of Exceter.	Hall, Joseph, 1574-1656.	1635 (1635)	STC 12647; ESTC S118573	17,473	88

our selves too well Lord then what is man What in his being What in his depravation How miserable in both What should I fetch the poore wretched infant out of the blinde cavernes of nature to shame us with our conceptions and to make us blush at the substance nourishment posture of that which shall be a man There he lyes senselesse for some moneths as the heathen Oratour truly observes as if hee had no soule When hee comes forth into the large womb of the world his first greeting of his mother is with cryes and lamentations and more hee would cry if hee could know into what a world he comes recompencing her painefull throwes with continuall unquietnes what sprawling what wringing what impotēce is here There lyes the poore little Lording of the world not able to helpe himselfe whiles the new yeaned Lambe rises up on the knees and seeks for the teates of her damme knowing where and how to finde reliefe so soone as it begins to bee Alas what can man doe if hee bee let alone but make faces and noyses and dye Lord what is man This is his ingresse into the world his progresse in it is no better From an impotent birth hee goes on to a silly childhood if no body should teach him to speake what would hee doe Historians may talk of Bec that the untaught infant said I dare say he learn't it of the goates not of nature I shall as soone beleeve that Adam spake Dutch in Paradise according to Goropius Becanus his idle fancy as that the childe meant to speak an articulate word unbidden And if a mother or nurse did not tend him how soone would he be both noysome nothing Where other creatures stand upon their owne feet and are wrapt in their owne naturall mantles and tend upon their dams for their sustenance and finde them out amongst ten thousand Yea the very spider weaves so soon as ever it comes out of the egge Assoone as age and nurture can feoffe him in any wit hee falls to shifts all his ambition is to please himselfe in those crude humours of his yong vanity If hee can but elude the eyes of a nurse or Tutor how safe hee is Neither is he yet capable of any other care but how to decline his own good and to be a safe truant It is a large time that our Casuists give him that at seven yeares hee begins to lye Vpon time and tutorage what devises hee hath to feed his appetite what fetches to live And if now many successions of experiments have furnisht him with a thousand helps yet as it is in the text 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 What is Adam and the son of Enosh How was it with the first man how with the next Could we look so far back as to see Adam and Eve when they were new turned out of Paradise in dignam exilio terram as Nazianzen speakes of his Pontick habitation Oh that hard-driven and miserable paire The perfection of their invention and judgement was lost in their sinne their soule was left no lesse naked then the body How wofully doe we thinke they did scramble to live they had water and earth before them but fire an active and usefull element was yet unknowne Plants they had but metalls whereby they might make use of those plants and redact them to any forme for instruments of work were yet till Tubal-cain to seek Here was Adam delving with a jawbone and harrowing with sticks tyed uncouthly together and paring his nailes with his teeth there Eve making a comb of her fingers tying her raw-skin'd breeches together with rindes of trees or pinning them up with thornes Here was Adam tearing off some arme of a tree to drive in those stakes which he hath pointed with some sharp flint there Eve fetching in her water in a shell Here Adam the first mid wife to his miserable consort and Eve wrapping her little one in a skin lately borrowed from some beast and laying it on a pillow of leaves or grasse Their fist was their hammer their hand their dish their armes and legges their ladder heaven their Canopy and earth their fetherbed now 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 What is Adam In time Art beganne to improve nature Every dayes experiments brought forth something and now man durst affect to dwell not safe but faire to be clad not warme but fine and the palate waxt by degrees wanton wilde the back and the belly strove whether should be more luxurious and the eye affected to be more prodigal then they both and ever since the ambition of these three hath spent wearyed the world so as in the other extreme we may well cry out Lord what is man For to rise up with his age and the worlds now when man is grown ripe in all professions an exquisite artist a learned Philosopher a stout champion a deep politician whither doth he bend all his powers but to attain his own ends to crosse anothers to greaten himselfe to supplant a rivall to kill an enemy to embroile a world Mans heart as Bernard well is a mill ever grinding some grist or other of his own devise and I may adde if there bee no graine to work upon sets it self on fire Lord what is man even after the accession of a professed Christianity but a butcher of his owne kinde Seneca told his Lucilius the same that Iob hath that vivere militare est It is true now not morally but literally What a wofull shambles is Christendome it selfe ever since the last Comet becomne Fryer Dominick was according to his mothers dream a dog with a fire brand in his mouth sure ever since religion hath been fiery and bloody Homicida cucurbitarum was the style that S. Austin gave to Manicheus now every man abroad strives to be bomicida Christianorum As if men were growne to the resolution of the old Tartars of whō Haytonus they thought it no sin to kill a man but not to pull off their horses bridle when hee should feed this they held mortall What hils of carcasses are here What rivers of blood At tu domine usquequo How long Lord how long shall men play the men in killing and seek glory in these ambitious murders Oh stay stay thou preserver of men these impetuous rages of inhumane mankinde and scatter the people that delight in warre And blessings be upon the anointed head of the King of our peace under whose happy scepter we enjoy these calme comfortable times whiles all the rest of the world is weltring in blood and scorching in their mutuall flames May all the blessings of our peace returne upon him who is under God the author of these blessings and upon his seed for ever and ever How willingly would I now forget as an old man easily might to turne back to the dispositions studies courses of man commonly bent upon the prosecution whether of his lust or malice Wo is me how is his