Selected quad for the lemma: heart_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heart_n	affection_n	good_a	spirit_n	2,849	5	4.8243	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09532	Petrarchs seuen penitentiall psalmes paraphrastically translated: with other philosophicall poems, and a hymne to Christ vpon the crosse. Written by George Chapman	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.	1612 (1612)	STC 19810; ESTC S120615	33,125	102

core The kings frown fels him like a gun-strooke fowle When downe he lies and casts the calfe his soule He neuer sleepes but being tir'd with lust Examines what past not enough vniust Not bringing wealth enough not state not grace Not shewing miserie bedrid in his face Not skorning vertue not depra●ing her Whose ruth so flies him that her Bane's his cheare In short exploring all that passe his guards Each good he plagues and euerie ill rewards A sleight man A Sleight and mixt man set as t were the meane Twixt both the first frō both their heapes doth gleane Is neither good wise great nor polititick Yet tastes of all these with a naturall tricke Nature and Art sometimes meet in his parts Sometimes deuided are the austere arts Splint him together set him in a brake Of forme and reading Nor is let partake With iudgement wit or sweetnesse but as time Terms language and degrees haue let him clime To learn'd opinion so he there doth stand Starke as a statue stirres nor foote nor hand Nor any truth knowes knowledge is a meane To make him ignorant and rapts him cleane In stormes from truth For what Hippocrates Sayes of foule bodies what most nourishes That most annoies them is more true of minds For there their first inherent prauitie blinds Their powres preiudicate and all things true Proposd to them corrupts and doth eschue Some as too full of toyle of preiudice some Some fruitlesse or past powre to ouercome With which it so augments that he will seeme With iudgment what he should hold to contemne And is incurable And this is he Whose learning formes not lifes integritie This the mere Artist the mixt naturalist With foole quicke memorie makes his hand a fist And catcheth Flies and Nifles and retaines With heartie studie and vnthrif●ie paines What your composd man shuns With these his pen And prompt tongue tickles th'●ares of vulgar men Sometimes takes matter too and vtters it With an admir'd and heauenly straine of wit Yet with all this hath humors more then can Be thrust into a foole or to a woman As nature made him reason came by chance Held her torch to him cast him in a trance And makes him vtter things that being awake In life and manners he doth quite forsake He will be graue and yet is light as aire He will be proude yet poore euen to despaire Neuer sat Truth in a tribunall fit But in a modest staid and humble wit I rather wish to be a naturall bred Then these great wits with madnesse leauened He 's bold and frontlesse passionate ●nd mad Drunken adulterous good at all things bad Yet for one good he quotes the best in pride And is enstil'd a man well qualifide These delicate shadowes of things vertuous the● Cast on these vitious pleasing patcht vp men Are but the diuels cousenages to blind Mens sensuall eyes and choke the enuied mind And where the truly learnd is euermore Gods simple Image and true imitator These sophisters are emulators still Cousening ambitious of men true in skill Their imperfections yet are hid in sleight Of the felt darknesse breath'd out by deceipt The truly learn'd is likewise hid and failes To pierce eyes vulgar but with other vailes And they are the diuine beames truth casts round About his beauties that do quite confound Sensuall beholders Scuse these rare seene then And take more heede of common sleighted men A good woman A Woman good and faire which no dame can Esteeme much easier found then a good man Sets not her selfe to shew nor found would be Rather her vertues flie abroad then she Dreames not on fashions loues no gossips feasts Affects no newes no tales no guests no ieasts Her worke and reading writs of worthiest men Her husbands pleasure well taught childeren Her housholds fit prouision to see spent As fits her husbands will and his consent Spends pleasingly her time delighting still To her iust dutie to adapt her will Vertue she loues rewards and honors it And hates all scoffing bold and idle wit Pious and wise she is and treads vpon This foolish and this false opinion That learning fits not women since it may Her naturall cunning helpe and make more way To light and close affects for so it can Courbe and compose them too as in a man And being noble is the noblest meane To spend her time thoughts idle and vncleane Preuenting and suppressing to which end She entertaines it and doth more commend Time spent in that then houswiferies low kinds As short of that as bodies are of minds If it may hurt is powre of good lesse great Since food may lust excire shall she not eate She is not Moone-like that the Sunne her spouse Being furthest off is cleare and glorious And being neare growes pallid and obscure But in her husbands presence is most pure In all chast ornaments bright still with him And in his absence all retir'd and dim With him still kind and pleasing still the same Yet with her weeds not putting off her shame But when for bed-rites her attire is gone In place thereof her modest shame goes on Not with her husband lies but he with her And in their loue-ioyes doth so much prefer Modest example that she will not kisse Her husband when her daughter present is When a iust husbands right he would enioy She neither flies him nor with moods is ●oy One of the light dame sauours th' other showes Pride nor from loues ingenuous humor flowes And as Geometricians approue That lines nor superfie●es do moue Themselues but by their bodies motions go So your good woman neuer striues to grow Strong in her owne affections and delights But to her husbands equall appetites Earnests and ieasts and lookes austerities Her selfe in all her subiect powres applies Since lifes chiefe cares on him are euer laid In cares she euer comforts vndismaid Though her heart grieues her lookes yet makes it sleight Dissembling euermore without deceit And as the ●wins of learn'd Hippocrates If one were sicke the other felt disease If one reioyc't ioy th' others spirits fed If one were grieu'd the other sorrowed So fares she with her husband euery thought Weightie in him still watcht in her and wrought And as those that in Elephants delight Neuer come neare them in weeds rich and bright Nor Buls approch in scarlet since those hewes Through both those beasts enrag'd affects diffuse And as from Tygres men the Timbrels sound And Cimbals keepe away since they abound Thereby in furie and their owne flesh teare So when t'a good wife it is made appeare That rich attire and curiositie In wires tires shadowes do displease the eye Of her lou'd husband musicke dancing breed● Offence in him she layes by all those weeds Leaues dancing musicke and at euery part Studies to please and does it from her heart As greatnesse in a Steed so dignitie Needs in a woman courbe and

it confounds me nor leaues place for breath Oft I attempt to flie and meditation Contends to shake off my old yoke of death But to my bones cleaues the vncur'd vexation 10. O that at length my necke his yoke could cleare Which would be straite wouldst thou ô highest will it O that so angrie with my sinne I were That I could loue thee though thus late fulfill it 11. But much I feare it since my freedome is So with mine owne hands out of heart sterued And I must yeeld my torment iust in this Sorrow and labor wring me most deserued 12. Mad wretch what haue I to my selfe procured Mine owne hands forg'd the chains I haue endur'd 13. In deaths blacke ambush with my will I fell And wheresoeuer vulgar brode waies traine me Nets are disposde for me by him of hell When more retir'd more narrow paths containe me 14. There meete my feete with fitted snares as sure I wretch looke downeward and of one side euer And euerie slipperie way I walke secure My sins forget their traitrous flatteries neuer 15. I thought the grace of youth could neuer erre And follow'd where his boundles force wold driue me Said to my selfe Why should th'extremes deterre Before youths season of the meane depriue me 16. Each age is bounded in his proper ends God I know sees this but he laughs and sees it Pardon at any time on prayre attends Repentance still weeps when thy wish decrees it 17. Then vilest custome challengeth his slaue And laies on hand that all defence denies me And then no place reseru'd for flight I haue Subdu'd I am and farre my refuge flies me 17. Die'in my sinne I shall vnlesse my aide Stoopes from aloft of which deserts depriue me Yet haue thou mercie Lord helpe one dismaide Thy word retain from hell mo●●h retriue me All glorie to the Father be And to the Sonne as great as he With the coequall sacred Spirit Who all beginnings were before Are and shall be euermore Glorie all glorie to their merit A HYMNE TO OVR Sauiour on the Crosse. HAile great Redeemer man and God all haile Whose feruent agonie tore the temples vaile Let sacrifices out darke Prophesies And miracles and let in for all these A simple pietie a naked heart And humble spirit that no lesse impart And proue thy Godhead to vs being as rare And in all sacred powre as circulare Water and blood mixt were not swet from thee With deadlier hardnesse more diuinitie Of supportation then through flesh and blood Good doctrine is diffusde and life as good O open to me then like thy spread armes That East West reach all those misticke charmes That hold vs in thy life and discipline Thy merits in thy loue so thrice diuine It made thee being our God assume our man And like our Champion Olympian Come to the field gainst Sathan and our sinne Wrastle with torments and the garland winne From death hell which cannot crown our browes But blood must follow thornes mixe w t thy bowes Of conquering ●aw●ell fast naild to thy Crosse Are all the glories we can here engrosse Proue then to those that in vaine glories place Their happinesse here thy hold not by thy grace To those whose powres proudly oppose thy lawes Oppressing Vertue giuing Vice applause They neuer manage iust authoritie But thee in thy deare members crucifie Thou couldst haue come in glorie past them all With powre to force thy pleasure and empale Thy Church with brasse Adamant that no swine Nor theeues nor hypocrites nor fiends diuine Could haue broke in or rooted or put on Vestments of Pietie when their hearts had none Or rapt to ruine with pretext to saue Would pompe and radiance rather not out braue Thy naked truth then cloath or countnance it With grace and such sincerenesse as is fit But since true pietie weares her pearles within And outward paintings onely pranke vp sinne Since bodies strengthned soules go to the wall Since God we cannot serue and Beliall Therefore thou putst on earths most abiect plight Hid'st thee in humblesse vnderwentst despight Mockerie detraction shame blowes vilest death These thou thy souldiers taughtst to fight beneath Mad'st a commanding President of these Perfect perpetuall bearing all the keyes To holinesse and heauen To these such lawes Thou in thy blood writst that were no more cause T' enflame our loues and feruent faiths in thee Then in them truths diuine simplicitie T were full enough for therein we may well See thy white finger furrowing blackest hell In turning vp the errors that our sence And sensuall powres incurre by negligence Of our eternall truth-exploring soule All Churches powres thy writ word doth controule And mixt it with the fabulous Alchoran A man might boult it out as floure from branne Easily discerning it a heauenly birth Brake it but now out and but crept on earth Yet as if God lackt mans election And shadowes were creators of the Sunne Men must authorise it antiquities Must be explor'd to spirit and giue it thies And controuersies thicke as flies at Spring Must be maintain'd about th' ingenuous meaning When no stile can expresse it selfe so cleare Nor holds so euen and firme a character Those mysteries that are not to be reacht Still to be striu'd with make them more impeacht And as the Mill fares with an ill pickt grist When any stone the stones is got betwist Rumbling together fill the graine with grit Offends the eare sets teeth an edge with it Blunts the pict quarrie so t will grinde no more Spoyles bread and scants the Millars custom'd store So in the Church when controuersie fals It marres her musicke shakes her batterd wals Grates tender consciences and weakens faith The bread of life taints makes worke for Death Darkens truths light with her perplext Abysmes And dustlike grinds men into sects and schismes And what 's the cause the words deficiencie In volume matter perspicutitie Ambition lust and damned auarice Peruert and each the sacred word applies To his prophane ends all to profite giuen And pu●snets lay to catch the ioyes of heauen Since truth and reall worth men seldome sease Impostors most and sleightest learnings please And where the true Church like the nest should be Of chast and prouident Alcione To which is onely one straight orifice Which is so strictly fitted to her sise That no bird bigger then her selfe or lesse Can pierce and keepe it or discerne th' accesse Nor which the sea it selfe on which t is made Can euer ouerflow or once inuade Now wayes so many to her Altars are So easie so prophane and populare That torrents charg'd with weeds and sin-drownd beasts Breake in lode cracke them sensuall ioyes and feasts Corrupt their pure fumes and the slendrest flash Of lust or profite makes a standing plash Of sinne about them which men will not passe Looke Lord vpon them build them wals