Selected quad for the lemma: kingdom_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	earth_n	glory_n	great_a	2,131	5	2.9800	3	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

Because at first she doth the earth benold And onely this materiall world she viewes At first our mother earth she holdeth dear And doth embrace the world and worldly things She flies close by the ground and hovers here And mounts not up with her celestiall wings Yet under heaven she cannot light on ought That with her heavenly nature doth agree She cannot rest she cannot fix her thought She cannot in this world contented be For who did ever yet in honour wealth Or pleasure of the Sense contentment find Who ●ver●ea●●d to wish when he had health Or having wisdome was not vext in mind Then as a Bee which ammong weeds doth fall Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay She lights on that and this and tasteth all But pleasd with none doth rise and sore away So when the Soule finds here no true content And like Noahs Dove can no sure sooting take She doth returne from whence she first was sent And flyes to him that first her wings did make Wit seeking truth from cause to cause ascends And never rests till it the first attaine Will seeking good finds many middle ends But never stayes till it the last do gaine Now God the Truth and first of Causes is God is the last good end which lasteth still Being Alpha and Omega nam'd for this Alpha to Wit Omega to the will Sith then her heavenly kind she doth bewray In that to God she doth directly move And on no mortail thing can make her stay She cannot be from hence but from aboue And yet this first true cause and last good end She cannot hear so well and truely see For this perfection she must yet attend Till to her maker she espoused be As a Kings daughter being in person sought Of diverse Princes which do neighbour near On none of them can fix a constant thought Though she to all do lend a gentle ear Yet can she love a Forraigne Emperour Whom of great worth and power she hears to be If she be woo'd but by Embassadour Or but his Letters or his picture see For well she knowes that when she shall be brought Into the Kingdome where her Spouse doth raigne Her eyes shall see what she conceiv'd in thought Himself his state his glory and his traine So while the Virgin Soule on earth doth stay She woo'd and tempted is ten thousand wayes By these great powers which on the earth bear sway The wisedome of the world wealth pleasure praise With these sometime she doth her time beguile These do by fits her phantasie possesse But she distaits them all within a while And in the sweetest finds a tediousnesse But if upon the worlds Almighty King She once do fix her humble loving thought Which by his picture drawne in every thing And sacred messages her love hath sought Of him she thinks she cannot think too much This honey tasted still is ever sweet The pleasure of her ravisht thought is such At almost here she with her blisse doth meet But when in Heaven she shall his Essence see This is her soveraigne good and perfect blisse Her longings wishings hopes all finisht be Her joyes are full her motions rest in this There is she Crown'd with Garlands of Content There doth she Manna eat and Nectar drink That presence doth such high delights present As never tongue could speak nor heart could think For this the better Soules do oft despise The Bodies d●ath and do it oft desire For when on ground the burthened ballance lyes The empty part is listed up the higher FANCIE Apelike I all thinges imitate New proiects fashions I inuent Dreame-like I them vary-straite All Shapes to head harte present But if the Bodies death the Soule should kill Then death must needs Against her nature be And were it so all Soules would flye it still For Nature hates and shuns her contrary For all things else which Nature makes to be Their being to preserve are chiefly taught For though some things desire a change to see Yet never thing did long to turn to nought If then by death the Soule were quenched quite She could not thus against her nature run Since every senslesse thing by Natures light Doth preservation seek destruction shun Nor could the worlds best spirits so much erre If death took all that they should all agree Before this life their honour to prefer For what is praise to things that nothing be Againe if by the Bodies prop she stand If on the Bodies life her life depend As Meleagers on the fatall brand The Bodies good she onely would intend We should not find her halfe so brave and bold To lead it to the wars and to the Seas To make it suffer watchings hunger cold When it might feed with plenty rest with ease Doubtlesse all Soules have a surviving thought Therefore of death we think with quiet mind But if we think of being turn'd to nought A trembling horror in our Soules we find And as the better spirit when she doth bear A scorne of death doth shew she cannot dye So when the wicked Soule deaths face doth fear Even then she proves her owne Eternity For when deaths from appears she feareth not An utter quenching or extinguishment She would be glad to meet with such a lot That so she might all future ill prevent But she doth doubt what after may befall For natures law accuseth her within And saith 't is true that is affirm'd by all That after death there is a pain for sin Then she which hath been hoodwinckt from her birth Doth first her selfe within Deaths mirror see And when her Body doth returne to earth She first takes care how she alone shall be Whoever sees these irreligious men With burthen of a sicknesse weak and faint But hears them talking of Religion then And vowing of their Soules to every Saint When was there ever cursed Atheist brought Unto the Gibbet but he did adore That blessed power which he had set at nought Scorn'd and blasphemed all his life before These light vaine persons still are drunk and mad With surfetings and pleasures of their youth But at their deaths they are fresh sober sad Then they discerne and then they speak the truth If then all Soules both good and bad do teach With generall voyce that Soules can never dye T is not mans flattering glose but Natures speech Which like Gods Oracle can never lye Hence springs that universall strong desire Which all men have of Immortality Not some few spirits unto this thought aspire But all mens minds in this united be Then this desire of Nature is not vaine She covets not impossibilities Fond thoughts may fall into some idle braine But one Assent of all is ever wise From hence that generall care and study springs That lanching and progression of the mind Which all men have so much of future things As they no joy do in the present find From this desire that maine