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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	affection_n	earth_n	heaven_n	2,162	5	5.3206	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16663	The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars.; Novissima tuba. English	Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1635 (1635)	STC 3569; ESTC S106132	46,858	112

see me whom I need to feare Tus● God my faults does not in mem'ry beare Vaine most profane are all such thoughts as these Shall not the eyes-creator see with ease And shall not he that made the eare soone heare Or He that plants the heart know all things cleare All things to his Omniscience naked are Fly from the field to th' towne with frighted care Out of the street into thy house make haste Thence though thou be in thy bed-chamber plac'd Yet know that I by thy Creators will Within thee rest and am thy witnesse still Whom if thou with an evill-eye behold To use those words to me thou wilt be bold Of Ahab to Elias impiously What hast thou found me O mine enemie And I most readily shall answer thee I have thee found and must against thee be 'Cause thou hast sold thy selfe to worke what 's i●● Before the Lord which does thy guilt fulfill Behold therefore I now against thee rise And bring upon thee purchas'd miseries Ma. Alas I then perceive our foule offences Are most unsafe though daub'd with faire pretences Con. What though they could be safe in their commission If yet they bring thee to unsure condition Or what good comes to sinners by being hid If guilt to hope so long does them forbid Ma. Enforme me then good Conscience how I may Make thee my gladsome witnesse in me stay Con. The best and briefest counsell I can give Is thee t' advise a holy-life to live A life inculpable of crying-crimes Vnspotted with the evils of the times A life declaring power of godlinesse A life that heavenly graces doth expresse By dying to all lusts and foule desires By doing all good-deeds that love requires By giving freely what to each belongs Forgiving friendly all received wrongs Not coveting what is anothers right To do as thou'dst be done by with delight By shunning that which makes the soule to dye Chusing what makes it live eternally Ma. These are hard tasks and bitter lessons sure And such as flesh and bloud cannot endure Con. O but it will be farre more harsh and hard T' endure the worme of Conscience and be barr'd And shut out from the Beatifick-sight Of Gods all-cheering face and beauty bright Which paine of losse doth doubtlesse farre excell All other the most horrid paines of hell Namely to be both torne and tortur'd there To be distracted and distrest with feare Where neither the tormentors tyred be Nor those tormented ever death can see Ma. Alas that Death 's most dire and tart indeed Ah shew me how I may from it be freed Con. The onely-way is to the world to dye Before thy soule out of this world doth flye Ma. What must this spacious specious Aedifice Adorn'd with rarities of precious price Full of so many various curious pleasures The onely magazine of so much treasures Must this I say be vilipended so Must I this world so rare so faire forgo Con. Vndoubtedly if thou in these delight With deadly danger they thy soule will smite For look how much the flesh this world affects And the false-seeming-sweets thereof respects So much the more the soule will be perplext And with the fire of hell be plagu'd and vext On th' other side How much the flesh is tam'd So much the soule with heavenly hope is flam'd Ma. But yet we see all men do still desire The present-state t is this they most require Con. But yet I know t is far the worst condition T' enjoy things-present in a full fruition But therewithall to be quite stript and bare Of future-comforts to have part or share O t is most sweet onely the world to use But God alone t' enjoy and chiefe to chuse Thou hast not in this world a fixed station Nor here must ever have thy habitation Who then can sing his Song in a strange-land Who would build Castles on the sinking-sand Alas we here our selves should so behave That when the wormes did eate our corps in grave Our soules in heaven triumphantly might sing With quires of Saints and Angels to heav'ns King Thither our spirit ever should ascend Whither we do propound our journies-end Thither we should make speedy haste yea flie Where we shall ever live and nere-more die Dost thou pure gold nere to be spent desire Eternall-life which never ends require The land of Havilah in Paradise Hath in it store of gold of precious price T is Earth thou bear'st that thou must leave behinde T is earth thou tear'st that thou must nere-more mind But t is a land thou seek'st and would'st receive That is the land which thou shalt never leave Men rather are Gods Stewards than Treasurers Riches therefore upon them He conferres What then we reape we piously should sowe And liberally and lovingly bestow That this true faith and due obedience Might be repayd with heav'nly recompence The things we give are small and not our owne Those we shall have are great and from Gods throne M●n whose affections are celestiall Are justly stil'd Angels terrestriall And no man shall hereafter God possesse In whom God dwels not here by holinesse If Sathan Prince of earth hath thy least part God King of heav'n will not dwell in thy heart The spirit of evill then cast out disdaine That so thou mayst Gods Spirit entertaine Remember whence thou cam'st thine offspring base And this will make thee blush and hide thy face Consider where thou art and sigh for wo And quake to thinke whither thou once must go Ma. All are I know made of one Potters clay And must resolve into the same one day Con. Then every man being mould must into earth Moulder away whence first he took his birth Ma. Nothing 's more true Con. And Flesh is but a froth Cloth'd with fraile beauty a meere menstruous cloth Man T is even so I can it not denie Con. Why then dost thou so fat and beautifie That Flesh of thine which after a short while Must be devour'd in grave by wormes most vile But as for thy poore soule thou let'st it pine Nor dost with good works make it faire and fine Which thus to God and 's Angels thou shouldst show Thou dost not sure the price of thy soule know Man Yes very well Con. I feare the contrarie For else thou wouldst not it so vilifie Know this O Man know this I say to thee The losse of one soule greater losse to be Than of a thousand bodies for t is plaine Bodies may be reviv'd that have bin slaine But O the soule which once by sinne is dead Can never be to life recovered But by a miracle Christs bloud apply'd Which cannot be where it is still deny'd O then behold and blush to see thy sloth Or rather sinfull sottishnesse or both In thus preferring barke before the tree Shels 'fore the kernels flesh 'fore the soule in me Not onely blush at this but sigh and groane Whiles thou considerest how th' art left alone Here in

My joy in God and so my soule deceive Sin But yet for all this this worlds happinesse For other I know none I still professe Is the most excellent and much depends On choice of merry-mates and joviall-friends On hunting after honours heaping treasures And on enjoying various sorts of pleasures But these belike are wholly opposite To vertues practise and approv'd delight Con. Thou art mistaken Vertues are indeed True riches not base wealth which earth doth breed Worlds wealth to serue is God to disobay And though worlds-service does to worldlings pay Some seeming joy yet ever more Gods Saints Finde it a clog and cause of great complaints These do it estimate their prime perfection To passe this desert by Gods Spirits direction This state of grace heav'ns glorious place they count To be neere-kinne and long to climbe that Mount The worth of all this world hels worke they deeme Earths honours they earths tumours do esteeme But to performe Gods sacred will and pleasure They count their souls most high and happy treasure Sin What prat'st thou of thy silly Saints to me They are not of my fold nor ere will be And their encrease does decrease my great powers But who comes yonder a true friend of ours My docible young scholler Man no Saint And that 's my joy whom I must now acquaint With my rare rudiments For I suppose What 's humane touching vice within him grows Man Aye me of all men living most forlorne I too-too long in silence have forborne But now I neither can nor will forbeare Wilt thou not cease to hunt me every where Sin T is thou that hunts and haunts me to and fro Ma. I must confesse it but for doing so I now am overwhelm'd with woe and shame Yet this my sense of sins most deadly blame Being the first and firme step to salvation Makes me find hope of my Regeneration Sin How 's that this gives me very poore content Ma. I do confesse I say with full assent That I have finn'd and it was onely I Not foolish fortune or my destiny No nor the devill but evill in mine owne brest I therefore onely 'gainst my selfe protest And if I should thee O my conscience blame Or thinke my sinne from any other came I to those dogges might be resembled right Which as divine Plato doth truly write Do snap and snarle and bite the rowling stone Cast at them but regard not whence t was throwne No rather now at last with weeping eyes And wofull heart against my selfe I rise Whom I have made my worst intestine foe And treacherously ensnar'd my soule in woe Nor do I onely 'gainst my selfe thus rise But make a serious solemne-vow likewise Heav'n ratifie the same that I will ever From this time forward use my best endevour That thou O sinne shipwracke of mans salvation Shalt nere in me have willing habitation But if by force thou wilt breake in againe Yet thou shalt never domineere and raigne Con. A pious vow and godly resolution The Lord will surely bring to blest conclusion Ma. I doubt it not and therefore will persist And since I seeme of two parts to consist A Soule and Bodie If the first of these By any smallest sinne hath least disease It stings and wrings thee strait with bitter s●art O my syntericke sinne-opposing-part I therefore purpose a new course to take Whereby my conscience I may chearfull make Whereby my soule I may with grace renourish And my internall family may flourish And as for thee my flesh since thou art apt To draw in sinne and be by sinne entrapt Yea Sin as water to drinke in and sucke And he which addeth sin to sin doth plucke And hale his soule to hell as with a rope Thou delicate fine-Philistine I hope I shall thee tame new-mould and mortifie Nere let thee rest till thou with me comply To dye to sinne till I have runne my race All this I trust by power of heavenly grace Con. Most sweetly thou resolv'st O ever may God by his Spirit perfect it I pray Sin Well if thou me forsake I 'll others finde Who will me entertaine and use more kinde For whiles on earth there any men remaine I make no doubt but I shall rule and raigne Ma. But I will frustrate all thy hope in me If to my votes my God propitious be Now then my conscience let us both go in And since we are thus fairely freed of Sinne So hatefull to us both now mutually Let us rejoyce with sweet tranquility An end of the fourth Dialogue The fift DIALOGUE Betweene God and the Soule The Argument of the fift Dialogue God here the Soule most kindly greets With many sacred sugred sweets Even wooes the Soule free-love t' embrace Assures it of assistant-grace The sanctified-soule complies Bewailes her faint infirmities Resignes her selfe to Gods dispose And with his holy-call doth close God helps it on with faire directions And cheeres it on with sweet affections The Soule thus on Gods leasure waits Till He to glory It translates God A Rise my Love my Dove most pure and faire To come to Me make haste thy selfe prepare Soule What sacred voyce is this blest invitations Candy'd with such sweet loving compellations G. His who creating thee inspir'd thy life Inspiring it espons'd thee as his wife S. My great Creator and my glorious King G. Yea thy free-lover whence thy good doth spring S. I know thee O my God that thou art he Who fully freely firmly lovest me Since for my sake thy Sonne thou hast not spar'd To free me when to hell I was ensnar'd G. My Sonne I gave yea and mine onely Sonne That thou might'st not for ever be undone S And what deare God shall I repay to thee G. Nothing but love for love which pleaseth me S. What heart O Lord can be so stupifide As by thy love not to be mollifide G. That heart which hides the favours I bestow S. Lord what have I that did not from thee flow G. Returne me thanks then that thou mayst have more For grateful hearts do find my favours store S. Let my poore prayer good God ascend to thee That thy rich grace my so descend on me For by thee onely 't is I life retaine To thee then wholly Me I give againe G. Thou giv'st thy selfe to me t is well But where Where are the fruits that thou to me dost beare S. Alas O Lord what fruits can I expresse As of my selfe till thou me till and dresse If thou vouchsafe upon my heart thy field To sow such seeds as may thee good fruit yeild Thou must O Lord by thy blest hand of grace First plucke up all my weeds of vices base G. Thou say'st most true But wilt thou willingly Submit thy selfe to graces-husbandrie S. O burne me bruise me breake me heere O Lord So thou hereafter mercy dost afford O let that hand that form'd me me reforme Let it correct so it to thee conforme G. Draw