Selected quad for the lemma: kingdom_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	satan_n	sin_n	world_n	1,889	5	4.4422	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43639	Schola cordis, or, The heart of it selfe, gone away from God brought back againe to him & instructed by him in 47 emblems.	Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663.; Haeften, Benedictus van, 1588-1648. Schola cordis.; Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644.	1647 (1647)	Wing H183; ESTC R13211	45,471	208

and to hell But desperatly devoted to destruction Rebell against the light abhorre instruction As though thou did'st desire with death to dwell Thou hatest to heare tell How yet thou maist doe well 7. Oh that thou didst but see how blind thou art And seel the dismall darkenesse of thine heart Then would'st thou labour for and I would lend My light to guide thee that 's not light alone But life eyes sight grace glory all in one Then should'st thou know whither those by wayes bend And that death in the end On darkenesse doth attend Embleme 4. The absence of the Heart PROV. 17. 16. Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a foole to get wisdome seeing he bath no heart to it Epigr. 4. HAd'st thou an heart thou fickle Fugitive How would thine heart hate and disdaine to live Mindfull of such vaine trifles as these be Resting forgetfull of it selfe and me ODE 4. The Soule 1. Brave dainty curious rare rich precious things Able to make fate-blasted mortals blest Peculiar treasures and delights for Kings That having pow'r of all would choose the best How doe I hugge mine happinesse that have Present possession of what others crave Christ 2. Poore silly simple sense-besotted soule Why dost thou hugge thy self-procured woes Release thy freeborne thoughts at least controul Those passions that enslave thee to thy foes How would'st thou hate thy self if thou did'st know The basenesse of those things thou prizest so The Soule 3. They talk of goodnesse vertue piety Religion honesty I know not what So let them talk for me so long as I Have goods and lands and gold and jewells that Both equall and excell all other treasure Why should I strive to make their paine my pleasure Christ 4. So Swine neglect the pearles that lie before them Trample them under foote and feed on draffe So fooles gild rotten Idols and adore them Cast all the corne away and keep the chaffe That ever reason should be blinded so To graspe the shadow let the substance goe The Soule 5. All 's but opinion that the world accounts Matter of worth as this or that man sets A value on it so the price amounts The sound of strings is vari'd by the frets My mind 's my kingdome why should I withstand Or question that which I my selfe command Christ 6. Thy tyrant passions captivate thy reason Thy lusts usurpe the guidance of the mind Thy sense-led fancy barters good for geason Thy seed is vanity thine harvest wind Thy rules are crooked and thou writ'st awry Thy wayes are wand'ring and thine end to die The Soule 7. This table summes me myriads of pleasure That booke enroules mine honours inventory These bags are stuft with millions of treasure Those writings evidence my state of glory These bells ring heav'nly musicke in mine eares To drown the noise of cumbious cares and feare Christ 8. Those pleasures one day will procure thy paine That which thou glorist in will be thy shame Thou 'lt finde thy losse in what thou thought'st thy gaine Thine honour will put on another name That musicke in the close will ring thy knell In stead of heaven toll thee into hell 9. But why doe I thus wast my words in vaine On one that 's wholly taken up with toyes That will not loose one dramme of earth to gaine A full eternall weight of heav'nly joyes All 's to no purpose 't is as good forbeare As speak to one that hath no heart to heare Embleme 5. The vanity of the Heart IOB 15.31 Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity for vanity shall be his recompence Epigr. 5. AMbitious bellowes with the wind of honour Puffe up the swelling heart that dotes upon her Which fill'd with empty vanity breaths forth Nothing but such things as are nothing worth ODE 5. 1. The bane of kingdomes worlds disquieter Hells heire apparent Satans eldest sonne Abstract of ills refined Elixir And quintessence of sinne Ambition Sprung from th' infernall shades inhabits here Making mans heart its horrid mansion Which though it were of vast content before Is now puft up and swells still more and more 2. Whole armies of vaine thoughts it entertaines Is stuft with dreames of kingdomes and of Crownes Presumes of profit without care or paines Threatens to baffle all its foes with frownes In ev'ry bargaine makes account of gaines Fancies such frolicke mirth as choakes and drownes The voyce of conscience whose loud alarmes Cannot be hard for pleasures countercharmes 3. Wer 't not for anger and for pity who Could choose but smile to see vaineglorious men Racking their wits straining their sinewes so That thorow their transparent thinnesse when They me●… with Wind and Sun they quickly grow Riv'led and dry shrinke till they crack againe And all but to seeme greater then they are Stretching their strength they lay their weaknesse bare 4. See how hells Fueller his bellowes plies Blowing the fire that burnt too fast before See how the furnace flames the sparkles rise And spread themselve abroad still more and more See how the doating soule hath fixt her eyes On her deare fooleries and doth adore With hands and heart lift up those trifling toyes Wherewith the devill cheates her of her joyes 5. Alas thou art deceiv'd that glitt'ring crowne On which thou gazest is not gold but grief That scepter sorrow if thou take them downe And try them thou shalt find what poore relief They could afford thee though they were thine owne Didst thou command ev'n all the world in chief Thy comforts would abate thy cares encrease And thy perplexed thoughts disturbe thy peace 6. Those pearles so thorow pierc'd and strung together Though jewells in thine eyes they may appeare Will prove continu'd perills when the weather Is clouded once which yet is faire and cleare What will that fanne though of the finest feather Steed thee the brunt of windes and stormes to beare Thy flagging colours hang their drooping head And the shrill trumpets sound shall strike thee dead 7. Were all those balls which thou in sport dost tosse Whole worlds and in thy power to command The gaine would never countervaile the losse Those slipp'ry globes will glide out of thine hand Thou canst have no fast hold but of the crosse And thou wilt fall where thou dost thinke to stand Forsake these sollies then if thou wilt live Timely repentance may thy death reprive Embleme 6. The oppression of the Heart LVKE 21.34 Take heed lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting and drunkennesse Epigr. 6. Two massy weights Surfciting Drunkennesse Like mighty logs of lead doe so oppresse The heav'n-borne hearts of men that to aspire Vpwards they have nor power nor desire ODE 6. 1. Monster of sins See how th' inchanted soule O'rcharg'd already calls for more See how the hellish skinker plies his bowle And 's ready furnished with store Whilst cups on every side Planted attend the tide 2. See how the piled dishes mounted stand Like