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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
water_n	heaven_n	lord_n	praise_v	4,050	5	11.3032	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61073	Prison-pietie, or, Meditations divine and moral digested into poetical heads, on mixt and various subjects : whereunto is added a panegyrick to the right reverend, and most nobly descended, Henry Lord Bishop of London / by Samuel Speed ...	Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.; Herbert, George, 1593-1633.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1677 (1677)	Wing S4902; ESTC R1711	99,936	245

upright heart Curses shall him oppress Cursed thrice cursed shall he be Covers his Father's breast And that man curst shall be as he That lieth with a beast Curs'd let him be with Sister lies O●… Mother though in Law Such fins do make those horrid cries That dreadful curses draw Cursed be he that secretly His silent Neighbour smites Murtherers too that cause to die When a reward invites The wicked shall be curs'd at home And likewise in the field His basket and his store at last Shall Blessings cease to yield Cursed be all his sinful fruit Of body and of land His Kine and Flock though they are mute And all he takes in hand Cursed be he when going out And when returning in That happy 't were for him no doubt If he had never been ¶ Praises to God Psal. 65. 1. Praise waiteth for thee O God in Zion PRaise the most high Oh clap your hands Praise him for he the world commands Praise him Mount Zion Praises sing Praise him that is your Cities King Praise him with loud and silent Air Praise ye the Lord that heareth Pray'r Praise him makes Morning hear his voice Praise him makes Evening to rejoyce Praise him that doth prepare our Corn Praise him all ye that are forlorn Praise him that duly sends us Rain Praise him for Fruits Herbs Flow'rs and Grain Praise him for his refreshing showers Praise him for recreating Bowers Praise him that doth our Pastures fill Praise and rejoyce each little Hill Praise him ye Birds and ev'ry Tree Praise him that did divide the Sea Praise him for Waters from the Fount Praise him for Grass grows on the Mount Praise him that gives and nothing ows Praise him with Sacrifice and Vows Praise him that form'd us in the Womb Praise him that guides us to our Tomb. Praise him that makes us blest in Heaven Praise him from whom all Food is given Praise him his holy Name adore Praise him O praise him more and more Praise God the Father of the just Praise him doth raise the Poor from dust Praise him that makes the barren bear Praise him with duty love and fear Praise ye the Lord for dayly Food Praise ye his Name for it is good Praise him who gives success in Wars Praise him who numbereth the Stars Praise him that builds Jerusalem Praise him whose Word is more than Jem Praise him that lifteth up the meek Praise him that doth support the Weak Praise him who doth the Ravens feed Praise him our meetly help at need Praise him doth cause his Winds to blow Praise him that makes the Waters flow Praise him in his Angelick Coasts Praise him all ye his mighty Hosts Praise ye his Name both Sun and Moon Praise him ye Lights that shine at noon Praise him ye Heavens never fade Praise him for ye by him were made Praise ye the Lord ye Dragons fell Praise him ye Deeps his wonders tell Praise him Fire Hail Vapour and Snow Praise him ye stormy Winds that blow Praise him ye Cedars Beasts o' th' field Praise him all things can Praises yield Praise him ye Kings of highest birth Praise him ye Judges of the Earth Praise him ye Rulers whom he rais'd Praise for he 's greatly to be prais'd Praise ye the Lord both great and small Praise him that did create us all Praise him within his holy Tower Praise him for his Almighty Power Praise him for what he to us gave Praise Jesus Christ that did us save Praise ye the Holy Spirit too Praise each with all Devotions due Praise all strive who shall praise the most Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost Praise each with pious Harmony Praise ye the blessed Trinity Praise ye the Lord with Trumpets sound Praise him that heal'd us with his wound Praise him with Harps loud Melody Praise him with Song and Psaltery Praise him with Timbrel let the Flute Praise him with Organ Pipe and Lute Praise him with instrumental String Praise him with Cymbals loudly sing Praise him with joy and skilful voice Praise with new Songs the chief and choice Praise him that is our Guide our Light Praise him because his Word is right Praise him whose works are done in truth Praise him that no injustice doth Praise him all people great and less Praise him that loveth Righteousness Praise him whose Goodness fills the Earth Praise him with Zeal and pious Mirth Praise him the Author is of days Praise him that gives us power to praise Praise him whose Word the Heavens made Praise him whose breath requir'd no aid Praise him that doth the Wind command Praise him that makes the Waters stand Praise him whom Sun and Moon obey Praise him doth Heaven's Scepter sway Praise him that doth the Heathen awe Praise him whose ev'ry Word 's a Law Praise him who doth from Heav'n behold Praise him ye Rich Poor Young and Old Praise him that fashions all our hearts Praise him alone doth heal our smarts Praise him that is the King of kings Praise him in grief that comfort brings Praise him that governs Sea and Coasts Praise him that is the Lord of Hosts Praise him who can the Lion tame Praise him that Mighty is by Name Praise him that guards us day and night Praise him the God of Peace and Fight Praise him that makes the stoutest yield Praise him that is our Help and Shield Praise him with both thy heart and mouth Praise him in Age in Strength and Youth Praise him who are with sorrows sad Praise that the humble may be glad Oh let the Nations all accord To praise and magnifie the Lord. Amen Amen ¶ Gloria in Altissimis Or the Angelical Anthem ANgels Saints and all men cry Glory be to God on high And that glory ne'er may cease Grant us Lord on earth thy peace When there 's good will towards men We shall praise and praise agen ¶ On Fatherly Affection AS in the street I walking cast my eye It was my chance two Children to espie Fighting together by a●…d by in hast The Father of the one who saw what past Stept in and suddenly without delay He parted both and took his Son away And l●…ke a Father careful of his Son Gave him correction for the sau●…t he 'd done The other Lad was left without a check Which made him strut and boast and stretch his neck Believing he had surely won the day Though both alike were equal in the fray I thought it hard that one should punish'd be And not the other he escaping free At last I guess'd 't was a Paternal care One to correct to teach him to beware For over him he a dominion had But was a stranger to the other Lad. So when the wicked sin the godly smart God in chas●…sing shews Paternal art He chastens whom he loves whilst wicked men Pursue their sins and act them o're agen The reason common sense cannot avo d Sinners are spar'd only to be destroy'd What need a whip for stubborn

begins He never thinks with a true pious wrath How many darling-sins his bosom hath Nor Alms nor Prayers ne're fall unless he spy Although at distance certain witness by As if he doubted whether God would own Receiving them and is so wary grown That left the World should not discern his worth His mouth 's the Trumpet that doth sound it forth And when his Bags run o're bethinks to build An Hospital and that is straightway fill'd With persons indigent did aged grow Poor as when born for he had made them so With flesh on Frydays he will not be fed He more abhors it than his Neighbours bed Will at the Name of Jesus bow or nod At Church anon at Tavern swear by God When his Step-mother's sick and seems to creep Towards her Grave he then brings Tears to weep When he hath cause to fear she will not die He forces a rejoycing-sympathie With her best friends 'T is hard to rightly paint An Hypocrite To strangers he 's a Saint A meer pretender to the Poors relief Private Extortioner his Neighbours grief The blot of goodness scoff in good mens fight A rotten Stick to trust in dark of night A Candle temper'd ill with a large snuff The Poor man's Plague and a religious Huff The Fool 's great Idol and the Wife man's scorn A choaking Poppy in a field of Corn Abroad an Angel free from least of evil At home none more implacable a Devil And when an Angel worse a guide amiss But when a Devil shews but what he is As the Apostle's Phrase is many men Are servants of the eyes for they shall when They are beheld act Vertue with a grace And in their Zeal run with a thorow pace When they perceive Spectators all are gone They change their habits for the Play is done They curious Searchers are in others acts Careless Correctors of their own foul facts They to their Lust and Lewdness are so prone They think they 're safe because espi'd by none Thus an ill nature leadeth man to sin And corrupt custom bids him ' bide therein When carnal Constitutions get a head They like Commanders do weak mortals lead But for the Hypocrite he seems a friend Will promise much but not without an end Nothing perform but many he hath broke Receiving substance but returning smoke And he whose quality is eminent More foul's the quality of his intent Acts that dishonourable are look great In them by blood or parts have Honours seat The Publican and Sinner have more right To Heaven's Mansions than an Hypocrite I with Prolixity might spoil my Pen For he 's in verity the scum of men The worst of damned Souls their portion have With him in hot and horrid scorching Cave There leave we him and his tormented bone Measuring minutes with deep sighs and groar ¶ On Envy ALl lusts reduced are to Three-fold heads Lust of the eyes the flesh and that which leads To as much Vice and a continual Strife The haughty humour or the pride of life But Envy is the chiefest lust of eyes Seeing another good with him it vies Not to be farther good his envy grew Seeing good men belov'd and honour'd too Envy thinks all men made of equal stuff Why may not envious men be good enough It for the Innocent defends a Cause To seem a Saint and to procure applause But 't is a Plague within a man 's own brest And a Disease will not admit of Rest. If such a thing as Admiration be It 's heart doth whisper That belongs to me It is a furious wind which to rehearse Sometimes breaks forth to shake the Universe A sharp Malignity most quick of sight An Ostrich with an eager appetite Cherish a Do●… and you may make him tame Lions by gentleness become the same But man grown ●…vious if you speak him fair Yet keep at distance of his wiles beware For if he sees you creep then he proves worse May smile upon you when his heart doth curse 〈◊〉 the World's frowns do force you to comply He gluts himself with your adversity And Beetle-like as I have heard it sung When hungry grown doth eat its fellows dung Whilst Envy doth obliquely look upon The good of others all his own is gone Or at the least takes no delight the smart Is like a Vulture seeding on the heart The Basilisk by nature kills all Trees And Shrubs it breatheth on and when he please Doth scorch and burn all Herbs and Leaves of Grass Over the which his body chance to pass So Envy is an Aetna in a man Like the Cantharides if seeding can Encompass as its stomach doth dispose And often diets on the fairest Rose It is a Passion doth ones Health deser And proves at last a man's Self-murtherer 'T is Couzen-German to the sin of Pride And each may well be call'd a Homicide Wrath kills the foolish man when in his way The envious man the silly Soul doth slay The eye alas is the unhappy pit That first doth this destructive guest admit And when it gets a full possession once It shrinks the Nerves and rots into the bones Till with Consumption it doth man environ Feeding on him as Rust doth seed on Iron Envy believes its will should be its law Socrates saith 'T is to the Soul a Saw Grates without mercy when it doth behold Its dross and sees another shine in gold Like the poor Fly to put the Candle out Doth burn it self with buzzing round about Or like the Bee that with a humming flies Looses his sting and then at once he dies Or Viper-like to make a Paul expire Leaping on him is cast into the fire Envy 's a Canker in the Heart and Minde Spleen to the good Great Charity is kinde ¶ On Supplication AS in a Ship when sailing from its Port The Sails are Loised thereby to exhort Some skilful Mariner to shew his art Who presently doth to the Rudder start So every morning when we rise from rest Our hearts should study for a just Request For that 's the Rudder of our life and age To guide us through our Earthly Pilgrimage Heav'n is our home and God alone to him Through Rivers of our Tears we ought to swim For when God's wrath is kindled to a fire No other water can allay his ire Christians no better Messengers can send Than Prayers and Tears Angels on them attend Moses by Prayer that prevailing Word Harm'd Amalik much more than Israel's Sword Th' Apostle Paul this golden Rule hath laid Let supplications for all men be made In which great duty let this be observ'd First a due preparation not with carv'd Or starch'd Expressions made by Wit and Art God doth desire truth in the inward part Consider thou the Supplicant art dust A vile and sinful man a heap of Lust. The Lord to whom thou dost thy Prayers apply Is Holy Wise of Sacred Majesty Let Meditation guide thee in thy way Lest thy frail minde distracted be and ftray Pray