Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	good_a	sin_n	soul_n	4,437	5	4.8368	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41370	A friendly apology, in the behalf of the womans excellency together with some examples of women-worthies : as also the character of a virtuous and accomplished woman : wherein ladies of pleasure are taxed and admonished / written in verse by J. Golborne ...	Golborne, John.	1674 (1674)	Wing G1009; ESTC R6976	33,308	70

shall be no shadow nor decay No showres no clouds to stain the perfect day Here learn you to be wise whose careless care Is to sleep dress feast chat and take the air Whose idle work when rarely set upon And to do nothing almost are all one Whose planetary lives are chiefly spent In the Exchange of frothy Complement With you the antient virtues are much more Grown out of fashion than the clothes they wore Your shame is to be fix'd amongst the Stars By vanity of your lewd Jupiters That much admire you to ensnare their eyes As do the painted powd'red Butterflyes Some little children and for nothing else To be admir'd by Merchants but your shells Like scented Panthers that destroy and please And poyson as the bright Cantharides Why so high born brave Dames None of you can Draw out your lives inch longer than the span Design'd Why swell you big with thoughts of birth The Worm 's your Sister and your Mother Earth Are you with travel of your Mother grown Noble The labour then was not your own Or doth your honour come by being march'd That light is borrow'd from the fool you catch'd Do you your selves by fame that 's common prize That when the giddy humour 's over dyes As bubble swoln with empty ' air doth last ●●me thoughts not many longer than the blast One breath blows up and breaks this wat'ry bail And half a Minute is its Spring and Fall What is it not enough some to imploy To Indies most remote to fetch a toy Or precious tr●fle yet all this to dress And to equip your rotten carkasses But that the Artist black must run to Hell To fetch your fortunes and return to tell Shall wandr'ing Gipsies and that wicked Crew Of Vagrants that pretend as if they knew Future Contingents have your charity And be rewarded for the●r cheating lye Whereas the godly Ministers that bear Affection to your souls scarce gain your ear When they declare the woful state of sin And misery you are involved in By nature shew restor'd you cannot be To sight unless you know you do not see And send you to the Son of God whose bright Rayes to the Saints in Heaven give a light They tell you you are dead in sin and give This token of their love to wish you live Direct you unto Christ your life whereby You may have health wealth and true liberty Since you will know the things that are to come Out of the Word they read the dreadful Doom Of all that have no interest in him If they continue in their death and sin Shall yet a costly patch amount to more Than what ye ever gave unto the poor Shall they that sighing do reprove you have No better thanks than Clown or saw●y Knave May your faults acted be and not be told Will you not be perswaded you are old Or so shall be e'relong Why bring you down The rate of A●e which is a glorious Crown In righteousness Would you have death to come And Complement your Honours to the Tomb Or will you bid him stay below For why You are not yet in humour brought to dye And to prevent his visit send to tell That you are busie or not very well Death is a Doctor such you 'l scarce endure That killeth all yet not a few doth cure Will you like Jezabels your faces paint And think withal that Serjeant grim to daunt With your imperious looks In vain ye do'● He 'l not be scar'd but tread you under foot Thy body to neglect thou 'lt not endure And must thy soul be then a sine Cure O foolish thoughts pains wishes vain which are Not to be holy humble meek but fair For shame let not such golden seasons pass Upon your boards beds sports or looking-glass Cut off some minutes toward the concern Of what the world despiseth sempitern Why look you on Religion as a Dame That is too homely beareth not a name Amongst vain Ranters with severities Of mortifying zeal doth blear her eyes Deforms her visage and forbids all airs Of merriment to pine her self with cares And dreadful thoughts in a tormented life That none but fools would choose her for a Wife Gallants will scarce afford Civility To serve the Custome of a Cap and knee Her noble quality well understood Would shew her great and of the Royal blood It 's not below best of most Princely house To Court her Ladyship and to espouse So excellent is beauty of this Saint It cannot be worse injur'd than by paint Her vast estate is not confined by The bounds too narrow of Geography All the Gold Silver Pearls Fruits this Globe bears To one of many Jewels that she wears Bear no compare in value if not you Yet this the wisest Merchants have found true The testimony of good Conscience That there hath been a thorough sight and sense Of odious sin so pow'rful as to make The soul with hatred sin and self forsake And cleave to Christ resting on him alone With constant holy life reflected on Through Gods great mercy do afford more true Lasting great cordial joy than that which you Conceive to be had by the loosing reins Of Civil temper to run into strains Of jollity screw'd up to highest pin Of madness that you may not feel your sin Yours is but heartless laughter for your sinning Maketh a foul and but convulsive grinning Not unlike the Sardinian herb whereby Men only seem to laugh but surely dye You say Gods mercy you rely upon Is it good hope or bold presumption Speak out your meaning and be understood Will you be wicked because God is good And is it gratitude so to abuse The mercy which you thankfully should use To serve the perfect Being with decayes And him that 's alwayes present with delayes At distance pleasures of the earth appear Greater grow lesser much as they draw near Their promises shifting delayes you find Why do you not then serve them in their kind Say this were granted you might on still run In vanity to your Declining Sun And meet with no arrest to stop career Of mirth or cause the sadness of a tear What will the end be Will dry bones dim eyes Decrepit acts be fit for Sacrifice Is it meet Sin World Devil have the prime Of vigour beauty action strength and time And he that for all mind heart might doth call Have most deformed weakest part of all Will you present the first fruits unto sin Leave the poor share and gleanings unto him And what I pray are offers like to get When you are old but a prolong'd Not yet Although to act your follies nought can move With so much pleasure Will you cease to love The vanities you cannot act What force Must be requir'd to make a full Divorce Is it too much to be at small expence Of some few minutes cost in reference To soul-concerns when frightful death draws near To do its work Repentance will be dear A