Selected quad for the lemma: world_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
world_n	knowledge_n	light_n	shine_v	2,465	5	9.1921	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37242	A work for none but angels & men. That is to be able to look into, and to know our selves. Or a book shewing what the soule is, subsisting and having its operations without the body; its more th[e]n a perfection or reflection of the sense, or teperature of humours: how she exercises her powers of vegetative or quickening power of the senses. Of the imaginations or common sense, the phantasie, sensative memory, passions motion of life, local motion, and intellectual powers of the soul. Of the wit, understanding, reason, opinion, judgement, power of will, and the relations betwixt wit & wil. Of the intellectual memory, that the soule is immortall, and cannot dye, cannot be destroyed, her cause ceaseth not, violence nor time cannot destroy her; and all objections answered to the contrary.; Nosce teipsum. Selections	Davies, John, Sir, 1569-1626.	1653 (1653)	Wing D409; ESTC R207134	24,057	52

A WORK For none but ANGELS MEN THAT IS To be able to look into and to know our selves OR A BOOK Shewing what the SOULE Is Subsisting and having its operations without the Body it s more then a perfection or reflection of the the Sense or Temperature of Humours How she exercises her powersof vegetative or quickning power of the Senses Of the Imaginations or Common sense the Phantasie Sensative Memory Passions Motion of Life the Local Motion and Intellectual Powers of the soul Of the Wit Understanding Reason Opinion Judgement Power of Will and the Relations betwixt Wit Wil. Of the Intellectuall Memory that the soule is Immortall and cannot dye cannot be destroyed her cause ceaseth not violence nor time cannot destroy her and all Objections Answered to the contrary O thou my Soule which turn'st thy curious eye To view the beames of thine owne forme Divine Know that thou canst know nothing perfectly Whil'st thou art clouded with this flesh of mine Such knowledge is too wonderfull for me it is high I cannot attaine unto it Psal. 139. 6. LONDON Printed by M. S. for Tho Jenner at the South-Entrance of the Royall EXCHANGE 1653. Of the Soule of Man and the Immortality thereof THe lights of Heaven which are the worlds faire eyes Look down into the world the world to see And as they run or wander in the skies Surveigh all things that on this Center be And yet the lights which in my Towre do shine Mine Eyes which all objects both nigh and farre Look not into this little world of mine Nor see my face wherein they fixed are Since Nature fails us in no needfull thing Why want I meanes mine in ward self to see Which sight the knowledge of my self might bring Which to true wisedome is the first degree That Powre which gave me eyes the world to view To view my selfe infus'd an inward light Whereby my Soule as by a mirror true Of her owne forme may take a perfect sight But as the sharpest eye discerneth nought Except the Sun-beames in the aire do shine So the best Sense with her reflecting thought Seeks not her selfe without some light Divine O Light which mak'st the Light which makes the Day Which set'st the Eye without and Mind within Lighten my spirit with one clear heavenly ray Which now to view it self doth first begin For her true forme how can my Spark discerne Which dim by Nature Art did never clear When the great Wits of whom all skill we learne Are ignorant both what she is and where One thinks the Soule is Aire another Fire Another Blood diffus'd about the heart Another s●●th the Elements conspire And to her Essence each doth give a part Musi●ians think our Souls are Harmonies Physitians hold that they Complexions be Epicures make them swarmes of Atomies Which doe by chance into our Bodies flee Some think one generall Soule fils every braine As the bright Sun sheds light in every Starre And others think the name of Soule is vaine And that we onely well-mixt bodies are In judgement of her substance thus they vary And thus they varie in judgement of her seat For some her Chaire up to the brain do carry Some thrust it downe into the stomachs heat Some place it in the Root of life the Heart Some in the Liver fountaine of the Veines Some say she is all in all and all in part Some say she 's not contain'd but all contains Thus these great Clerks their little wisedome show While with their Doctrines they at Hazard play Tossing their light opinions to and fro To mock the Lewd as learn'd in this as they For no craz'd braine could ever yet propound Touching the Soule so vaine and fond a thought But some among these Masters have been found Which in their Schools the self-same thing have taut God onely Wise to punish pride of Wit Among mens Wits hath this confusion wrought As the proud Towre whose points the Clouds did hit By Tongues Confusion was to ruine brought VNDERSTANDING I once was AEgle ey'ed full of all light Am owle eyd now as dim as derke●s night As through a glasse or Cloud I all thinges vew Shall on day see them in there proper hue But thou which did'st Mans Soule of nothing make And when to nothing it was fallen agen To make it new the Forme of Man did'st take And God with God becam'st a Man with Men Thou that hast fashion'd twice this Soule of ours So that she is by double title thine Thou onely knowest her nature and her powers Her subcile form thou onely canst define To judge her selfe she must her selfe transcend As greater Circles comprehend the lesse But she wants pow'r her own pow'r to extend As fettred men cannot their strength expresse But thou bright morning Starre thou rising Sun Which in these later times hast brought to light Those Mysteries that since the world begun Lay hid in darknesse and in eternal night Thou like the Sun dost with indifferent ray Into the Pallace and the Cottage shine And shew'st the Soule both to the Clerk and Lay By the clear Lamp of thy Oracle Divine This Lamp through all the Regions of my braine Where my Soul sits doth spread her beams of grace As now me thinks I do distinguish plaine Each subtil line of her immortal face The Soule a Substance and a Spirit is Which God himselfe doth in the Body make Which makes the man for every man from this The Nature of a Man and name doth take And though the Spirit be to the Body knit As an apt meane her powers to exercise Which are Life Motion Sense and Will and Wit Yet she survives although the Body dies She is a substance and a real thing Which hath it selfe an actuall working might Which neither from the Senses power doth spring Nor from the Bodies humours tempered right She is a Vine which doth no propping need To make her spread her selfe or spring upright She is a Starre whose beams do not proceed From any Sun but from a Native light For when she sorts things present with things past And thereby things to come doth oft foresee When she doth doubt at first and choose at last These acts her owne without the Body be When of the dew which th' Eye and Eare doth take From flowers abroad and bring into the braine She doth within both wax and honey make This work is hers this is her proper paine When she from sundry Acts one skill doth draw Gath'ring from diverse Fights one act of Warre From many Cases like one Rule of Law These her Collections not the Senses are When in th' effects she doth the Causes know And seeing the stream thinks where the spring doth rise And seeing the branch conceiv'th the root below These things she viewes without the Bodies eyes When she without a Pegasus doth flie Swifter then lightnings fire to East to West About the Center and about the skie She travels then