Selected quad for the lemma: sin_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
sin_n	heart_n	sorrow_n	tear_n	3,398	5	8.0837	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02121	Greenes vision vvritten at the instant of his death. Conteyning a penitent passion for the folly of his pen.	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.	1592 (1592)	STC 12261; ESTC S105824	38,847	64

hi● wife then for any other trade of Marchandize in so much that hee pind her vp in her Chamber and kept himselfe the Key not content with this sitting one day in a great dump● he fell into this meditation Alexander Vandermast his iealious meditation with himselfe THou hast married thy selfe Alexander to a Woman and therefore to a thing light and inconstant whose heart is like to feathers blowne abroad with euery winde whose thoughts aime at euery new obiect thou mightst Vandermast haue foreséene this for thou hast red that Armins of Carthage being earnestly perswaded to marry answered I dare not for if I chance vpon one that is wise shee will be wilfull if wealthie then wanton if poore then pee●ish if beautifull then proude if deformed then loathsome and the least of these is able to kill a thousand men Why Alexander did thou not eschew this foreseeing this and knowing them to bee such euils why didst thou loade thy selfe with such a heauie burden oh howe art thou changed what motion hath madded thee with this conceit thou wert woont to say that they were Heauens wealth and earths miracles adorned with the singularitie of proportion to shrowd the excellencie of all perfection as farre excéeding men in vertues as they excell them in beauties resembling Angels in qualities as they are like to God● in perfec●ne●●●ing purer in minde then in moulde and yet made of the puritie of man iust they are as giuing loue hir due constant as houlding loyaltie more pretious then life as hardly to be drawne from vnited affection as the Salamanders from the Ca●ernes of Etna Oh Alexander I would they were so then wert thou as happy as now thou art miserable but no doubt their hearts are made of Iet that draw vp fancie in a minute and let it slip in a moment and their thoughts so fickle that they couet to feede on euery new obiect they s●eke to marrie that the husband may couer their faults and like Atheists they count all pardoned that is doone with secrecie She riseth vp saith the Wise man and wipeth her mouth as though shee had made no offence No doubt there be such as thou dooest decipher but torment not thy selfe with Iealousie l●t not thy hart suspect what neither thy eye sées by proofe nor thine eares heere by reporte Theodora is vertuous and chaste honour dwels in hir thoughts and modestie in her eyes shee treades vpon the Tortuse and kéepes her house and strayes not abroad with euery wanton giglet She layes not out the tramels of hir hayre to allure mens lookes nor is she wanton in her eye lids she seekes not to companie with strangers nor takes delight in much prattle but as Susanna was to Ioachim and Lucretia to Collatine so is Theodora to Alexander She is like to the vertuous Woman which Salomon sets out in the Prouerbes who eates not her bread with idlenesse shee is vp earlie and late labouring gladlie with her hands she occupies Wooll and Flaxe layes hould vpon the Distaffe and puts hir fingers to the Spindle such a one Alexander is thy Theodora whome Antwarpe admires for hir vertues and thou maist loue for her perfection Such she seemes indeed● but women are subtill● shewing themselues to disdaine that which they most desire and vnder the maske of a pure life shadowe a thousand deceitfull vanities● She is faire and many eyes awaite vpon her beautie and women are weake creatures some women I see many Marchants flocke to my house and amongst them all perhaps she will like one tush for all her shew of constancie and vertuous perfection I will not trust her nor beléeue her for women are subtile to allure and slipperie to deceiue hauing their hearts made of waxe ready to receiue euery impression and with this he starte vp and went● to looke if his wiues Chamber doore were safe loc●t and so went about his businesse but so discontent in his thoughts as all the world might espie his gréefe by his passions Theodora saw all this and perceiued the folly of her husband and brookt it with great patience for that she knew her selfe free from al intended suspition coueting with her forcible effects of d●tie to race out the cankred rust of Iealousie that bred such secret and silent iarres betwixt her and her Alexander pind vp thus as a ha●k in a mew to solace her she had recourse to her book aiming in all her Orizons for grace that her actions might be directed and the course of her life so leaueld that no blemish might taint the brightnes of her credit otherwhile for recreation she would take her Lute in her hand and sing this Ditie Theodoras Song SEcret alone and silent in my bed When follies of my youth doe touch my thought And reason tels me that all flesh is sinne And all is vaine that so by man is wrought Hearts sighes Eies teares With sorrow throb when in my mind I see All that man doth is foolish vanitie When pride presents the state of honors pompe And seekes to set aspiring mindes on fire When wanton Loue brings beauty for a bait To scortch the eie with ouer hot desire Hearts sighes Eies teares VVith sorrow throb when in my mind I see That pride and loue are extreame vanitie Oh Loue that ere I loued yet loue is chast My fancie lik● none but my husbands face But when I thinke I loued none but him Nor would my thought giue any other grac● Harts sighes Eyes teares With sorrow throb when in my minde I see The purest loue is toucht with Iealousie Alas mine eye had neuer wanton lookes A modest blush did euer taint my Cheekes If then suspition with a faulse conceipt The ruine of my fame and honour seekes Harts sighes Eyes teares Must needs throb sorrows when my mind doth see Chaste thoughts are blamd with causelesse iealousie My husbands will was ere to me a lawe To please his fancie is my whole delight Then if he thinkes whatsoeuer I do is bad And with suspition chastitie requight Harts sighes Eyes teares Must needs throb sorrows when my minde dooth see Dutie and loue are quit with iealousie No deeper hell can fret a womans minde Then to be tainted with a false suspect Then if my constant thoughts be ouercrost When pratling fond can yeeld no true detect Harts sighes Eyes teares Must needs throb sorrows when my minde doth see Duty and loue are quit with iealousie Seeke I to please he thinkes I flatter then Obedience is a couer for my fault When thus he deemes I treade my shoo awrie And going right he still suspects I halt Harts sighes Eyes teares Must needs throb sorrows when my minde doth see Dutie and loue are quit with iealousie No salue I haue to cure this restlesse soare But sighes to God to change his iealious minde Then shall I praise him in applauding himns And when the want of this mistrust I finde Harts sighes Eyes teares Shall cease and Lord

thée that canst with a word cure all my sorrowes to the kinde Samaritan that wilt powre wyne and Oyle into my woundes set mee on thine owne beast and take care for the saluing of my hurt● that canst say thy sinnes are forgiuen and I am whole To thée I come ouer heated with the thirst of sinne for water that may spring in me a Well of lyfe I am heauie loaden and I will lay the burden on thy back for thou art a promised mediatour for the penitent vnto God the Father It is thou that seekest the wandring sheepe and bringest him home on thy shoulder● thou wilt not loose that groate but findest it with ioy thou weepest in the neck of thy repenting Sonne and killest the fat Calfe for his welcome thou hast cryed out in the Streetes Were your sinnes as red as Scarlet Ile make them as white as Snowe and were they as Purple I will make them as white as Wooll These proclaimed promises is comfort this heauenly voice is consolation whereby I am reuiued and my conscience lightned of the follies of my youth nowe haue I found the true and onely phisition for my long diseased soule euen he that came to heale the penitent Giue me grace Lord then to take perfect handfast of these comfortable sayings stretch foorth thy hand and I will with Peter spring into the water● for thou wilt vphould me let me touch with faith the hem of thy Uesture and then I shall enioy the true working of that most singular medicine thy death bitter passion who sufferedst for our sinnes and on the crosse criedst Consumatum est to take away the punishment due for our transgression oh thy mercy is infinite whereby thou callest vs thy loue vnsearchable whereby thou fauourest vs and thy wisdome incomprehensible whereby thou guidest vs all these doo appeare to be imparted towards me in that thou stirrest vp in my heart a loathing of my sinne and that the follies of my young yeares are odious in my remembrance Sith then O Lord thou hast toucht me with repentance and hast called me from the wildernesse of wickednesse and extreame dispaire to place me in the pleasant fields of sinc●ritie truth and godlinesse and so shadowe me with the wings of thy grace that my minde being frée from all sinfull cogitations I may for euer kéepe my soule an vndef●●ed member of thy church and in faith loue feare humblenesse of heart praier and dutifull obedience shew my selfe regenerate and a reformed man from my former follies BEing in this déepe meditation lying comtemplating vpon my bed I fell a sl●epe where I had not lyne long in a slumber but that me thought I was in a faire medowe sitting vnder an Oake vi●wing the beautie of the sunne which then shewed himselfe in his pride as thus I sat g●sing on so g●rg●ous an obiect● I spied comming downe the Meade two ancient men aged for their foreheads were the Calenders of their yeares● and the whitenesse of their haires bewrayed the number of their dayes● their pace wa● answerable to their age and In diebus illis hung vpō their garments their visages were wrinckled but well featured and their countenance conteyned much grauitie These two ould men came to me and sat downe by me the one of the right hand and the other on the left looking vpon them earnestly I espyed written on the ones brest Chawcer and on the others Gower Chawcer was thus attired as néere as I can describe it The description of sir Geffery Chawcer HIs stature was not very tall Leane he was his legs were small Hosd within a stock of red A buttond bonnet on his head From vnder which did hang I weene Siluer haires both bright and sheene His beard was white trimmed round His countnance blithe and merry found A Sleeuelesse Iacket large and wide With many pleights and skirts side Of water Chamlet did he weare A whittell by his belt he beare His shooes were corned broad before His Inck horne at his side he wore And in his hand he bore a booke Thus did this auntient Poet looke Thus was Chawcer attired and not vnlike him was Iohn Gower whose description take thus The description of Iohn Gower LArge he was his height was long Broad of brest his lims were strong But couller pale and wan his looke Such haue they that plyen their booke His head was gray and quaintly shorne Neately was his beard worne His visage graue sterne and grim Cato was most like to him● His Bonnet was a Hat of blew His sleeues straight of that same hew● A surcoate of a taw●●e die Hung in pleights ouer his thigh A breech close vnto his dock Handsomd with a long stock Pricked before were his shoone He wore such as others doone A bag of red● by his side And by that his napkin tide Thus Iohn Gower did appeare Quaint attired as you heere Sitting as a man in a maze at the view of these two ancient Poets as well at the grauitie of their lookes as the strangenesse of their attire At last sir Geffrey Chaucer start vp and leaning on his staffe with a smiling countenance began thus to breake silence My friend quoth he thy countenance bewray thy thoughts and thy outward lookes thy inward passions for by thy face I see the figure of a discontented minde and the very glaunce of thine eyes is a map of a disquieted conscience Take héede I tell thée sorrowes concealed are the more sower and gréefes smoothered if they burst not out will make the heart to breake I confesse it is best to bee secretarie to a mans selfe and to reueale the inwarde thoughts to a stranger is more follie yet I tell thée better brooke an inconuenience then a mischiefe and be counted a little fond then too froward Therefore if thy gréefe be not to priuate or so néere to thy selfe that thou wilt not bewray it to thy shirte manie festring sores launched are the sooner cured and cares discouered are the sooner eased thou hast heere two whome experience hath taught many medicines for yong mens maladies I am sir Geffrey Chaucer this Iohn Gower what we can in counsaile shall be thy comfort and for secrecie we are no blabs H●ering sir Geffrey Chaucer thus familiar I tooke heart at grasse to my selfe and thought nowe I might haue my doubt well debated betwéene two such excellent schollers wherevpon putting of my hat with great reuerence I made this replie Graue Lawreats the tipes of Englands excellence for Poetry and the worlds wonders for your wits all haile and happily welcome for your presence is a salue for my passions and the inward gréefes that you perceiue by my outward lookes are alreadie halfe eased by your comfortable promise I cannot denie but my thoughts are discontent and my sences in a great maze which I haue damd vp a long while as thinking best to smoother sorrow with silence but now I will set fire on the straw and lay open my