Selected quad for the lemma: soul_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	body_n	fear_v	kill_v	17,966	5	8.7616	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57500	Rome rhym'd to death being a collection of choice poems, in two parts / written by the E. of R., Dr. Wild, and others of the best modern wits.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.	1683 (1683)	Wing R1758; ESTC R16454	52,573	136

that all alone We have terrible Bulls and Pardons for Gulls Holy Water to Scar-crow the Devil With Consecrate Swords take them on our words They shall make the Great Turk be civil We have Saints great store and Miracles more With Martyrs a great many from Tyburn Pretty Nuns that dwell mewd up in a Cell As chast as Night-walkers of Holbourn We have Holy Blood we have Holy Wood A Ship-load or some such matter We have Holy Bones and some Holy Stones Would make an old Ladies Chops water We have Holy Men seen but now and then Monks Abbots and Capuchin Friars With Merits so great they can buy one a Seat In Heaven or else they are Liars Then all you that would sure Salvation procure And yet still live as you list Do but mutter and pray and say as we say And your Catholicks good as e're P We are brisk and free and always agree Allowing our selves to be jolly And the Puritan Tricks of dull Hereticks We count but Fanatical Folly Swearing and Whoring Drinking and Roaring All those are but Venial Transgressions The Murthering of Kings and such petty things Are easily Absolv'd in Confession A little short Penance doth wipe away Sin And there 's an end of all trouble Which having dispatcht you may fall to 't agen And safely your Wickedness double Bring a good round Sum Sins past and to come Shall presently be forgiven But this you must know before you do go The Excize runs high upon Heaven For we have the Price of every Vice Assest at a certain Rate So near at a word we do them afford Not a Penny thereof we can bate But if you 're content a while to be pent And in Purgatory purged A smaller Spell shall preserve you from Hell And keep you from being scourged Though you have liv'd a Devil in all kind of Evil Bequeath but a Monastery And Angels your Soul without Controul To Abraham's Bosom shall Carry Nor need you to fear who have bought Lands dear That were Holy Churches before We 'l lend them for life but for your Souls health At your Death you must them restore Thus Popery you see will kindly agree If you will it but embrace But if you delay there 's somany i' th way That you will hardly get a good place The Critical Time is now in the prime See how Holy Mother does smile And spreading her Arms to preserve you from harms So gladly would you Reconcile To which purpose behold do but tell out your Gold And all things in readiness be For the next Year His Holiness we hear Doth intend a Jubilee You that Pardons would have or Indulgence crave To ROME to ROME be trudging And do not contemn good Advice from a Friend Nor take his Ballad in dudgeon On ROME's Pardons By the E. of R. IF Rome can Pardon Sins as Romans hold And if those Pardons can be bought and sold It were no Sin to adore and worship Gold If they can purchase Pardons with a Sum For Sins they may commit in time to come And for Sins past 't is very well for Rome At this rate they are happiest that have most They 'l purchase Heaven at their own proper cost Alas the Poor all that are so are lost Whence came this Knack or when did it begin What Author have they or who brought it in Did Christ e're keep a Custom-House for Sin Some subtile Devil without more ado Did certainly this sly Invention brew To gull'em of their Souls and Mony too Written by Stephen Colledge the day before he dyed Wrongful Imprisonment Hurts not the Innocent WHat if I am into a Prison cast By Hellish Combinations am betray'd My Soul is free although my Body's fast Let them Repent that have this Evil laid And of Eternal Vengeance be afraid Come Racks and Gibbets can my Body kill My God is with me and I fear no Ill. What boots the Clamours of the Giddy Throng What Antidotes against a poysonous Breath What Fence is there against a lying Tongue Sharpen'd by Hell to wound a Man to Death Snakes Vipers Adders do lurk underneath Say what you will or never speak at all Our very Prayers such Wretches Treason call But Walls and Bars cannot a Prison make The free-born Soul enjoyes it's Liberty These Clods of Earth it may incaptivate Whilst Heavenly Minds are conversant on high Ranging the Fields of Blest Eternity So let this Bird sing sweetly in my Breast My Conscience clear a Rush for all the rest What I have done I did with good Intent To serve my King my Country and the Laws Against the Bloody Papists I was bent Cost what it will I 'le ne're repent my Cause Nor do I fear their Hell-devouring Jawes A Protestant I am and such I 'le die Maugre all Death and Popish Cruelty But what need I these Protestations make Actions speak Men far better than their Words What e're I suffer for my Country's sake Not Cause I had a Gun or Horse or Sword Or that my Heart did Treason e're afford No 't is not me alone they do intend But Thousands more to gain their cursed Ends. And sure of this the World 's so well aware That here it 's needless more for me to say I must conclude no time have I to spare My winged hours fly too fast away My work Repentance must I not delay I 'le add my Prayers to God for Englands good And if he please will seal them with my Blood O blessed God! destroy this black Design Of Popish Consults it 's in thee we trust Our Eyes are on thee help O Lord in time Thou God of Truth most merciful and just Do thou defend us or we perish must Save England Lord from Popish Cruelty My Country bless thy will be done on me Man's Life 's a Voyage through a Sea of Tears If he would gain the Heaven of his Rest His Sighs must fill the Sails whilst some men steers When storms arise let each Man do his best And cast the Anchor of his hopes opprest Till Time or Death shall bring us to that Shore Where Time nor Death shall never be no more Laus Deo S. C. From my Prison in the Tower Aug. 15. 1681. Amen LONDON's Fatal Fall Being an ACROSTICK c. Written as a Second Poetical Diversion the 8 th of September 1666. L o now confused Heaps only stand O n what did bear the Glory of the Land N o Stately Places no Edefices D o now appear No here 's now none of these O h Cruel Fates Can ye be so unkind N ot to leave scarce a Mansion behind L et England then lament and let her keep A dismal day let every Soul to weep T o wash away those Sins that thus provoke E ternal Heavens all-consuming stroke L et Penitential Tears quench out the Fire Y et reigning in our Lusts let that expire E lse we can have no blessed Confiden●e N or hopes in Heavens merciful Defence G race