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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sense_n	eye_n	faith_n	reason_n	3,499	5	6.1498	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44991	Emblems with elegant figures newly published by J.H.	Hall, John, 1627-1656.; J. H.	1648 (1648)	Wing H344; ESTC R177726	18,888	124

's see This massie globe of th' Earth 's far less then they 3 Trust not from this thy sense with things that are Above her sphear Shee 's purblinde and at distance cannot see Things as they be Reason may help but not secure her either May err together Nothing more wilde and weak and erring than The reason of poor incollected man 4 But faith which seeme's to overthrow her quite Set's her aright And drawe's remotest objects home unto her That what before Was small and too too bright she could not see May now agree Faith is the best prospective they who rest Without her seeing most do see the least EPIGRAM 1. ●●ey talk of killing monsters ' lass Faith is View her attempts the greatest Hercules 〈◊〉 things the most impossible doth know 〈◊〉 to believe and that because th' are so 〈◊〉 thou of little faith why did'st thou doubt Matth. 14. vers 31. DO'st thou behold this little ball These fleeting bubbles this round toy Which children well may play withall And with a wanton breath destroy Though it be small upon it lie's The spreading heavens contracted face And the vast volume of the skies Designed in so strait a space That sea of light which sent forth streams And yet is inexhaustible And never poor of golden beams Can on these lines his courses tell Whether he towards the Crab doth roul Or give 's the Ram a fleece of gold Whether we warmth in 's presence feel Or in his absence biteing cold There 's near a lesser light but here Whether 't be fix't or more unstaid Doth in a fained course appear And in its motion is displaid Yet ne're the less doth every one Uninterrupted undisturb'd Go in its former motion Free and no more then ever curb'd The sun gild's and benight's the moon whom th' Ocean flatter's as before And doth where shee 'l lead him run Nor are the planets wandrings more They do not sure and if thine eyes Discover what thou art within That spirit which imprison'd lies What a vast essence will be seen Stay her within the bounds of sence Imagination's infinite But with that heavie load dispence Then she can take a vaster flight Nay grasp whole heaven though it be Without all measure and all end For in her strength and power be The greatest things to comprehend EPIGRAM 2. ●his globe ha's somewhat in 't of every star ●ans soul of each thing some small character ●ow els could a pure intellect be seen ●o turn at any time to any thing 1 ●ho against hope believed in hope Rom. 4. vers 18. HOw come's this chrystall liquor which before Crept through the aufractuous cavern of the earth ●o mount aloft and so directly soar ●s if ashamed of so mean a birth And so would force it self among the clouds From whenceit first ran down in woolley flouds 2 ●n wise Philosophie which can reveal ●●to the sence most hidden mysteries ●riddle this strange Theoreme and tell ●●ence such a hidden cause retired lies 〈◊〉 nature such strange operation is As sometimes teacheth fools blinde's the wise 3 ●●cause some sulphure lurk's in privie veines 〈◊〉 make's the wanton water boyl above 〈◊〉 doth the unconstant Oceans trembling plain ●●s diurnall reflux hither move ●nd forcing passage fill the spring-head so ●hat the imprison'd waves do upward go 4 What ere it is learn soul by this to scorn The poor and humble dwellings of the earth Be on thy own wings up to heaven born And gain rest there where thou had'st first 〈◊〉 bi●● Although that here below thou think'st th' 〈◊〉 Thy freedomes but a glorious slavery 5 Learn to believe impossibilities Such as are so to reason not to hope To pose thy sence and contradict thine eyes To set in darkness and in light to grope Struggle with that which doth least easie seen A little child can swim along the stream 6 This is the way heaven stand's on high and t●● Who would go thither must be sure to clime Labor in this is easie wh'ould not chose To gain a scepter with a wearied lim Virtue is ever proudest in her toyles And think 's thick showres of sweat her grea● spoyl EPIGRAM 3. 〈◊〉 the heavens thou wouldst thy sight direct 〈◊〉 stubborn reason unto faith subject 〈◊〉 canst thou else with humane mists dispēse 〈◊〉 reason sees but with the eyes of sense 〈◊〉 ●as afraid least thou wouldest hear me and deliver me instantly from the disease of lust which I rather wished might be satisfied Aug. Conf. lib. 8. Cap. 7. 1 THe Ermine rather chose to die A Martyr of its purity ●●en that one uncouth soile should stain 〈◊〉 hitherto preserved skin 2 〈◊〉 thus resolv'd she thinks it good 〈◊〉 write her whitenesse in her blood 〈◊〉 I had rather die then e're ●●ntinue from my soulnesse cleere 3 Nay I suppose by that I live That onely doth destruction give Mad-man I am I turn mine Eye On every side but what doth lie 4 Within I ●an no better find Then if I ever had been blind Is this the reason thou dost claime Thy sole prerogative to frame 5 Engines again thy self O fly Thy self as greatest enemy And think thou sometimes life wilt get By a secure contemning it EPIGRAM 6. ●ee how these poisnous passions gnaw feed Upon the tortur'd heart in which they breed And when their poison spent these Vipers dy The worme of conscience doth their room supply I said in the cutting off of my daies I shall goe to the gates of the grave Isa 38 10. MY Life is measur'd by this glasse this glasse By all those little Sands that thorough passe See how they presse see how they strive w ch shall With greatest speed greatest quicknesse fall See how they raise a little Mount and then With their own weight doe levell it agen But when th'have all got thorough they give o're Their nimble sliding down and move no more Just such is man whose houres stil forward run Being almost finisht ere they are begun So perfect nothings such light blasts are we That ere w' are ought at all we cease to be Do what we will our hasty minutes fly And while we sleep what do we else but die How transient are our Joyes how short their day They creep on towards us but flie away How stinging are our sorrows where they gain But the least footing there they will remain How groundles are our hopes how they deceive Our childish thoughts and onely sorrow leave How reall are our fears they blast us still Still rend us still with gnawing passions fill How senselesse are our wishes yet how great With what toil we pursue them with what sweat Yet most times for our hurts so small we see Like Children crying for some Mercurie This gapes for Marriage yet his fickle head Knows not what cares waite on a marriage-bed This vowes Virginity yet knowes not what Lonenesse griefe discontent attends that state Desires of wealth anothers wishes hold And yet

how Upon thy brow ●throniz'd bands of graces sit How on thy white ●●me out bloud-thirsty roses which 〈◊〉 Hemispheres thy cheekes inrich 3 〈◊〉 could I come how art thou dight With ambient light 〈◊〉 Phenix-like in her tomb-nest Sleep on thy breast 〈◊〉 from thy od'rous bosom draw ●●ole snowy-clouds of Cassia 4 But oh what ambushments orespread The way I tread How crooked are those paths of mine How serpentine What ranks of peevish thornes beset My torn and more then weary feet 5 But look how either side doth smile And would beguile How all 's with Amethysts beset How negro-jet Mingle's with Alablaster how The scatter'd Topasses do glow 6 What virgins do on either hand Assailing stand Whom could they not orecom if none Thy face had known Their beauty is but borrowed thine Doth with a native lustre shine 7 But I 'le be blind untill I be Restor'd by thee They are but shadows and are gone Ere they can run Into thy sight Thy beauty shall Stand while the dying sun shall fall EPIGRAM 18. ●rust not the world when 't smiles it will betray ●nd when secure doth the most dangers lay ●●t break her snares and all her charmings flie 〈◊〉 th' art at best in splendid slavery 〈◊〉 love which doest ever burn and art never extinguish't enlighten me with thy flames Aug. Mannual cap. 10. MY wishes cannot reach so far With empty towrings as to rear ●ge piles of marble that may rise ●●d fiercely emulate the skies ●annot wish me gardens where ●errestiall planets may appear ●nd rise and set by courses no ●annot all this madness know ●●ght I bathe in Pactolus swim 〈◊〉 yellow Tagus might each limb ●●ale after it more Ore then may ●●ng poverty on India 〈◊〉 are not wish so high yet are ●●y royall wishes higher far 〈◊〉 could I though the restless sun ●ould not his usuall journey run ●●y self supply his light and rear ●ithin my heart a taper far ●armer then his but should he go ●s usuall progress I might flow ●ith double fires but ' las I wish ●●apes of impossibilities 〈◊〉 whose disbanding members have ●●ouldred themselves within the grave ●annot get up and walk and knit ●●s limbs as they at first were set Sure no! can I revive again My palsied heart my frozen brain What can my strength command them cease Their monstrous shakings and confess They were diseas'd till thou display The powerfull influence of thy ray Alas I cannot till thou shine And fright away these clouds of mine I shall be darkned com oh com Break in upon me here 's a room Thy subtle joyes can pierce and gain And entrance in the depths of men Though wee be all polluted yet Thy viceroy doth rise and set Upon base thistles and will close With weeds as soon as any rose Burn me oh burn me so I shall Enjoy no meaner funerall Then the great world and nimbly flee Unclog'd with matter unto thee EPIGRAM 19. ●●w monstrous are man's wishes and how vain ●●w he do'th pray and then unpray again ●●at strange Chimera's does his fancy frame 〈◊〉 beg his ruine in a specious name How shall we sing the Lords song in a strange land Psal. 137. v. 4. VVHil'st by the reedy bancks of aged Cam My golden minuts softly went and came Nothing was wanting to content unless 〈◊〉 minde fit for to grasp such happiness ●y wishes still were ratifi'd and still ●onfirm'd nor had I any law but will Whether severer thoughts my minde posse'st ●nd freed her from her load of flesh and dre'st ●er like her self and carried her on high ●eyond the narrow reach of thought or eye Or if some serious follies call'd m' away ●ow boldly and securely durst I stray 〈◊〉 little from my self that so I might ●eturn with the more spirit and delight ●o have I seen a painter when his eyes ●ere wearied with intentive poaring rise ●nd leave his curious labor and refrain Till that his eyes might gather life again Thus did I out-run time nor did I know ●ow to complain that any hour went slow ●ut nothing now at all remain's with me ●ut the sweet Torment of the Memory ●ood in fruition's somewhat lost no more Then an half cured wound or easie soar ●r like a dose of Honey when 't doth fall ●pon the tongue sweet and in th' stomack gall But what divor'st me from these pleasures say Tell me my Muse what ravish't them away Could not the silver Thames continue them Or were thy minde and wishes not the same Or did'st thou climb too high and so awake That monster envy which thy slumbers brake Or did'st thou finde those faithless who lest ought Or were thy great design 's abortive brought Or did thy sins like pullies draw thee back And make thy thoughts so strongly bended slack● What ere it is now I am fal'n and now Under my care 's must either break or bow And that great Fabrick of Leucenia Which should to th' last of time my name conveigh● Must lie unperfit and dismembred so And be at most a monstrous Embryo Nay my sublimer thoughts must stoop t' invent Some stratagems 'gainst famine and prevent Contempt the worst of evils and sharp cold But whether run I I let go my hold Conquer thy sorrows Hall 't is patience can Alone secure thee though all sorrow 's ran At once upon thy head 't is fear alone That giv's these scar-crow 's arms they else ha●● non He is a man whose resolution dar's The worst of evil's who command's his fears Els what poor things we are how weak how blind Apt to be troubled by each wanton Winde Nay man the best of creatures is below The weakest of them if he tremble so EPIGRAM 20. What a mad thing is grief should we devise To harm our selves with other's injuries And wound our hearts with every sleight offence When we may be shot-free by patience EPIGRAM 20. What a mad thing is grief should we devise To harm our selves with other's injuries And wound our hearts with every slight offence When we may be shot-free by patiēce EMBLEMS With elegant Figures not before published By I. H. Esq Book II. Ex frigore FLAMMA LONDON Printed by ROGER DANIEL Anno Dom. 1658. SPARKLES OF DIVINE LOVE Book II. Ex frigore FLAMMA Printed by Roger Daniel Printer to the Universitie of Cambridge 1648. SPARKLES OF DIVINE LOVE 1 I am come a light into the world and whosoever believeth in me shall not abide in darkness John 12. v. 46. COnceive not happy malecontent although Thou stand'st below But thy inlarged eye may freely rove And soar above Nay all that ambient Darkness clear's the light Unto thy sight And all those silver-streakes of light which were Seemingly hid before do now appear 2 Although the space of Heaven which doth lie Before thine eye Seem's small thy bulk's too little and unfit To measure it What seem's an inch will quickly unbeguile And prove a mile Stars seem like spangles but a tube let