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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A28642	Manuductio ad coelum a poem in two parts I. Of joy and sadness ... II. Of patience ... / extracted out of the writings of the holy fathers and ancient philosophers by John Bona, a Cistertian Abbot, and turned into verse by James Chamberlayne.	Bona, Giovanni, 1609-1674.; Chamberlaine, James, Sir, d. 1699.	1681 (1681)	Wing B3552; ESTC R32570	10,149	25

it and so do forth of 't go 'T is the first thing we learn in our young Morn And Dawn of Years so soon as we are Born And we can find our Eyes with Tears distil When we of nothing else are capable Divers there are upon Record who while They here convers'd were never known to smile But we ne're heard of any Person yet Whose Eyes a pensive-Tear did never let It therefore doth concern us all to be With Patience arm'd without which Virtue we No Noble Conquest o're our Foes can gain Nor e're Perfections glorious height attain No Mortal knows the Luster of this Gem Nor rightly how to give 't its due Esteem Till he doth read it that 's to say till He Is plung'd into the Sea of Misery Never was any prudent Person known To be impatient in Affliction II. He has the more to fear and justly too That never yet did Adverse Fortune know The learn'd Physicians do in this agree There may too good a state of Body be And that there nothing is more dang'rous than A Plethory unto the Health of Man So a dead Calm at Sea the Sea-men cry Is a Fore-runner of a Storm that 's nigh If we are under the unpleasant stroke Of froward Accidents we are not to look Upon it as a Cruelty or own We undergo a Persecution But a Contest which will our Temples Crown With a Victorious Wreath and gain Renown Without a Fight there can no Conquest be And Triumph none without a Victory Now if our Captain of Salvation was Himself to suffer and this way to pass Into his Glory shall such Worms as we Such abject Creatures think to go Scot-free And Gratis be partakers made of what Another hath at such a dear rate bought He that doth think by any other way Than through Afflictions Door to enter Joy Deceives himself for Tribulation is The Rode chalk'd out unto the Seat of Bliss A Christians Sacramental Oath is this To do all good and suffer Injuries Lively to Paint and the true Tokens show Of a most perfect Patience come we now He that has reach'd that happy Point doth bear All adverse Fortune that befalls him here And in the height of all his Woes is known To show no Signs of Reluctation He murmurs not under the scourging Rod Nor Ill for Ill returns but always good He loves his Foes with an unfeigned Love And to the Throne of the great God above Sends up his Pray'rs in the behalf of those Who seek to Rob him of his sweet Repose He sees the gentle hand of the most High In his Afflictions and submissively Sits down and either nothing says at all Or for Relief to none but Heav'n doth call Resolv'd with Joy and thankfulness to bear What God sees fit to lay upon him here To Sum up all it is an high degree Of Patience to endure contentedly The wrong our Brother doth us though the Man Be to us as injurious as he can III. When we do lose our Worldly Goods 't is no Small comfort to us some time to bestow A serious thought on their uncertain state And how when once encreas'd they do abate What er'e we love or in this World possess A flitting Fugitive by Nature is It is with us indeed but by just right It is not ours nor can we stay it's flight And we are not to fool our selves and run Into a vain and needless Passion For a fantastick thought our idle Brain Of their continuance here doth entertain For we to every thing uncertain are Whereas we firmly should to it adhere And therefore can expect that ought should be Constant to us for our Inconstancy Virtue the only thing excepted is This truly's that which doth immortalize Mortality it selfe all else we find Carry their Death with them and are but Wind. Betwixt our selves and our Possessions then Let 's keep a distance wide enough for when They come to mingle and incorporate He takes our Heart that taketh our Estate A good Man cannot properly be said To suffer loss of any thing he had For whatsoer'e of Wealth or Honour can Be from him took is no part of the Man But somewhat added to his Person that Whether it stays or goes he values not Esteeming not himselfe to be at all Richer or Poorer let what will befal O what a deal of pudder do we make How loud our Out-cries and our Sorrows speak When we our Mony lose or when from us Death takes a Child or fire consumes our House But we can leave our Virgin Modesty Part with our Virtue and our Constancy And not so much as in our Faces show A conscious Blush when any of them go And yet we here without a troubled thought Lose a substantial Good and more then that We likewise part with what 's our own whereas In th' other Case we let not either pass He that Laments for such a triffling loss Deserves to feel the Worlds severest Cross If 't were not for a strange disorder'd Love Which to our Peace the satal'st Foe doth prove We should not then this falsity believe We ought had lost that this vain World can give For what are outward things what profit can Their poor enjoyments give the inward Man Or betwixt Wisdom and our Money what True Correspondence can there well be thought IV. It would do well in whatsoever we Do goe about to show such Prudencie As to take in the Adjuncts that attend The Thing on which our busie thoughts we bend For there are many Curcumstances that For want of heed and fore-sight may create Vexation to us and such Tempests raise That will disturb our sweet Repose and Joys I call my Servant and perchance it may Be his misfortune to be out o' th' way Or else he idle stands and does not go About the Bus'ness which I 'd have him do I am to make a Visit who knows but The Man will not be seen or else may shut The Door against me and refuse to me Admittance valuing not my Company Suppose but this beforehand and we shall Think all is well and never vex at all It is the wambling of a nauseous mind The chief Disease that reigns in Woman-kind To fret and brawl because that such a one Admittance had where I was bid be-gon I could not get so much as one poor Word With such a Person at his well-fill'd Board Down to the lower end I crowded was When I deserv'd to have the chiefest place He that 's not mov'd with this no notice takes At all of it into no Passion breaks And he that understands it not to be Matter of Course and meer Formality Without dispute must be concluded one That to th' Affairs of Humane life's unknown If we can mend it let us and if not Like Virtue 's Souldiers let us take our Lot We daily apt are loudly to exclaim Against the Evils of our Age to blame Sly Malice Impudence and Wickedness And we do well and

prudently in this If we can but reform the World and drive Out of 't the Fools and Knaves that in it live But if this will not be our Prudence ought To teach our Tongues not to be finding fault Since 't is no new device for men to go In their own way and what they please to do Why don't we rather turn the blame upon Our selves for hoping what can ne're be done The World was never otherwise nor e're Will other be while we continue here As long as there are Men there faults will be Should they remain unto Eternitie V. He that doth labour under any weight Of sad Affliction be it small or great Should wisely ponder not so much upon What are his Suffrings as what he has done And what he now so highly doth resent Esteeming it a rig'rous Punishment Will then be found as it deserves to be A gentle Mercy not Severitie And that the strokes of this reforming Rod Are laid upon him by Almighty-God To work his good to make him more submiss To try and harden him in Miseries And so reclaim him that his Reason may O're all his Passions have a Sov'raign sway They that enjoy their fill of Pleasure here Oft kept for Torments in the next World are He that doth tumble in his dearest Gold And smiling-Plenty in his Arms doth hold Who knows how He 'd behave himself shou'd He Feel the hard state of Want and Penurie Or with what firmness any Person wou'd Abide the Rage and Odium of the Crowd That by their favour almost all his Days High marks of Honour has receiv'd and Praise We 're Prompt enough our Comforts to apply And give advice to men in Misery Why don't we rather to our Discontents Afford these choice and healing Documents And turn th' Advice upon our selves when God Gives us a taste of his reforming Rod We can submit unto the Chyrurgion's Art To save the Body with a gladsome Heart Can lose a Limb and for the smarting-Blow Thank him and for his pains reward him too Affliction is Gods Remedy and this For the Souls Health in some Distempers is As needful as Consuming fire can be To Cauterize a Gangreen'd Maladie And yet we are extreamly prone to break Into ingrate Complaints and to mistake And look on that to be a mighty loss And Misery which is not so to us But in the intention and in the Effect Is a safe Cure and doth our Good respect If Poverty Sickness or whatever we Do Evil call might but supposed be To take upon them this unheard-of Task To Reason with us and these Questions ask ' Sirs What 's your Quarrel to us Very fain ' We'd know what hurt you do by us sustain ' Have we been known at any time so rude 'To take your Justice Prudence Fortitude ' Or any thing besides that good was known ' And you could call in proper Terms your own ' May you not with us as without us be ' As free from Cares and live as Merrily To this we ought not nor should dare to speak Silence must here the only answer make The Matter duly weigh'd and understood We Good for Ill do take and Ill for Good And our impatience is the most severe And greatest Evil that befals us here VI. In the concerns of others it may be We so may act Arts of Hypocrisie And show such Symptoms of a constant mind And Speech so well compact that it would blind The most discerning Eye but in our own Our cunning fails us and the Cheat is shown Our Duty 't is to shed a Pious Tear With those that Weep and in Affliction are But though our Tears in common be there 's no Reason the Cause of them must be so too We are as much as in us lies to be A Friend to those who are in Misery If we receive an injury let this Be well consider'd that there nothing is That can befall us but there doth belong Two handles to 't a right one and a wrong Take it but by the right and then we shall Not look upon our selves as wrong'd at all The Man 's unjust If we do take 't that way These Furies haunt us which our Peace destroy Revengful Anger and wild Violence Which make a Mountain of each small Offence But if we take it on the other side He 's one for whom the Blessed Jesus dy'd Redeem'd with us by the same precious Blood To the same Glory called out and woo'd The turning of our thoughts this way be sure Will to our minds a lasting Calm procure We likewise may and herein Wisdom's shown Upon it pass this short reflexion In matter of reproof we sooner shall From a professed Foe the truth of all Our Follies hear than from a Bosom Friend For 't is his study to find faults and bend His most malicious Pow'rs to search into Our weakness more and stricter than we do If we commit the thing that we should not Or do neglect to do the thing we ought We shall be sure to hear on 't for he 'l soon Blazon our failings over all the Town Let 's therefore walk so warily that we May make some profit of his Enmitie And we shall be more careful when we know That there 's a Spy upon what-er'e we do VII Of all our Virtues Constaney's the Crown And the Perfection The Reward alone Is promis'd to beginners yet 't is ne're Deliver'd but to those that persevere Wherefore above all other things let 's be Masters of a resolved Constancie In the ascending to the lofty Top Of a steep Mountain if we once but stop In stead of standing on its slipp'ry side We down again unto the bottom slide First let 's resolve on what we are to do And then with fervour let us that pursue For none but he that is not in his Wits Will trifle's business off to do 't by fits It is a weakness of the mind to be Roving and seeking of fresh Company New sports new places when the fault of this Wholly in us not in the Climate is Or other Circumstances which we are Willing to charge with all our Follies here The tender Plant by oft removing dies And oftentimes the change of Remedies Plungeth the Patient which would else do well Into a Sickness that 's incurable If the Divine Apostle at a loss I' th' Contemplation of his Duty was What will become of us frail Creatures here Whose Virtues scarcely comparable are Ev'n to his Imperfections whereof he So much complain'd in his Mortalitie The love of Learning endless is nor can Extinguish'd be while there remains a Man The love of Riches never is to be Suffic'd although we heaps on heaps do see And the fond love of fading Honour ne're Will be allay'd while we Corruption bear So that we must this certain truth confess That there 's no end of all our greediness After the things which in their Nature are So short-liv'd found and so uncertain here But when we come unto that all Divine And lasting Wisdom which would make us shine Among the Blest and give us endless Joys Then the least touch and relish of it Cloys But this is not according to his known And sacred Precept that commands each one To be as perfect as the God of Bliss Our good and Heav'nly Father perfect is He that looks up but with a willing Mind To that Example shall not fail to find A copious place for the encrease of each Virtue of his till he Perfection reach FINIS