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	flesh_n	world_n	4,209	5	4.5466	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A79653	A friends advice, in an excellent ditty, concerning the variable changes in this life. : To pleasant new tune,.	Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620.	1663-1674 (1674)	Wing C409; ESTC R228233	1,633	1

A Friends advice In an excellent Ditty Concerning the variable Changes in this life To pleasant new Tune WHat if a day or a moneth or a year crown thy delights With a thousand wisht contentings Cannot the chance of a night or an hour cross thy delights with as many sad tormentings Fortune in her fairest birth are but blossoms dying Wanton pleasures doting mirth are but shadows flying All our joyes are but toys idle thoughts deceiving None hath power of an hour in our lives bereaving What if a smile or a beck or a look féed thy fond thoughts with many a swéet conceiving May not that smile or that beck or that look tell thée as well they are but vain deceiving Why should Beauty be so proud in things of no surmounting All her wealth is but a shrowd of a rich accounting Then in this repose no bliss which is so vain and idle Beauties Flowers have th●ir hours Time doth hold 〈◊〉 B●●●●●… What if the World with allures of her wealth raise thy degrée to a place of high advancing May not the World by a check of that wealth put thée again to a low despised changing Whilst the Sun of wealth doth shine thou shalt have friends plenty But come want then they repine not one abides of twenty Wealth and Friends holds and ends all your fortunes rise and fall Vp and down rise and frown certain is no state at all What if a grief or a strain or a fit pinch thée with pain or the féeling pangs of sickness Doth not that gripe or that strain or that fit shew thée the form of thy own true perfect likeness Health is but a glimpse of joy subject to all changes Mirth is but a silly toy with mishap estranges Tell me then silly Man why art thou so weak of wit As to be in jeopardy when thou mayest in quiet sit The second part to the same Tune THen if all this have declar'd thine amiss take it from me as a gentle friendly warning If thou refuse and good counsel abuse thou mayst hereafter dearly buy thy learning All is hazard that we have there is nothing biding Days of pleasure are like streams through fair Meddows gliding Wealth or wo Time doth go there is no returning Secret Fates guides our States both in mirth and mourning Man 's but a blast or a smoak or a cloud that in a thought or a moment he is dispersed Life 's but a span or a tale or a word that in a trice on suddain is rehearsed Hopes are changed thy thoughts are crost Will nor skill prevaileth Though we laugh and live at ease change of thoughts assaileth Though a while Fortune smile and her comforts frowneth Yet at length fails her strength and in fine she frowneth Thus are the joys of a year in an hour and of a moneth in a moment quite expired But in the night with the word of a noyse crost in the day of an ease our hearts desired Fairest Blossoms soonest fade withered foul and rotten And through greatest joyes quickly are forgotten Seek not then mortal men earthly fleeting pleasure But with pain strive to gain Heavenly lasting Treasure Earth to the World as Man to the Earth hath but a point and a point is soon defaced Flesh to the Soul as Flower to the Sun that in a storm or a Tempest is disgraced Fortune may the body please which is only carnal But it will the Soul disease that is still immortal Earthly joys are but toys to the Souls election Worldly grace doth deface Mans Divine perfection Fleshly delight to the Earth that is fleshly may be the cause of a thousand swéet contentings But the defaults of a fleshly desire brings to the Soul many thousand sad tormentings Be not proud presumptuous man sith thou art a point so base Of the least and lowest Element which hath least and lowest place Mark thy Fate and thy State which is only Earth and Dust And as Grass which alass shortly surely perish must Let not the hopes of an Earthly desire barr thee the joys of an earnest contentation Nor let not thy eye on the world be so fixt to hinder thy heart from unfeigned recantation Be not backward in that course that may bring thy Soul delight Although another war may seem farre more pleasant to thy sight Do not go if he says do that knows the secrets of thy mind Follow this thou shalt not miss an endless happiness to find London Printed by E. C. for F. Coles ● Vere and J. Wright