Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	comfort_v	sweet_a	taper_n	100	3	16.0879	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86259	His noble numbers, or, His pious pieces vvherein (amongst other things) he sings the birth of his Christ : and sighes for his Saviours suffering on the crosse.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.	1647 (1647)	Wing H1597; Thomason E1090_1	26,374	82

Roses Thy cradle Kingly Stranger As Gospell tells Was nothing els But here a homely manger 3. But we with Silks not Cruells With sundry precious Jewells And Lilly-work will dresse Thee And as we dispossesse thee Of clouts wee 'l make a chamber Sweet Babe for Thee Of Ivorie And plaister'd round with Amber 4. The Jewes they did disdaine Thee But we will entertaine Thee With Glories to await here Upon Thy Princely State here And more for love then pittie From yeere to yeere Wee 'l make Thee here A Free-born of our Citie Lip-labour IN the old Scripture I have often read The calfe without meale n'ere was offered To figure to us nothing more then this Without the heart lip-labour nothing is The Heart IN Prayer the Lips ne're act the winning part Without the sweet concurrence of the Heart Eare-rings WHy wore th' Egyptians Jewells in the Eare But for to teach us all the grace is there When we obey by acting what we heare Sin seen WHen once the sin has fully acted been Then is the horror of the trespasse seen Upon Time TIme was upon The wing to flie away And I cal'd on Him but a while to stay But he 'd be gone For ought that I could say He held out then A Writing as he went And askt me when False man would be content To pay agen What God and Nature lent An houre-glasse In which were sands but few As he did passe He shew'd and told me too Mine end near was And so away he flew His Petition IF warre or want shall make me grow so poore As for to beg my bread from doore to doore Lord let me never act that beggars part Who hath thee in his mouth not in his heart He who asks almes in that so sacred Name Without due reverence playes the cheaters game To God THou hast promis'd Lord to be With me in my miserie Suffer me to be so bold As to speak Lord say and hold His Letanie to the Holy Spirit 1. IN the houre of my distresse When temptations me oppresse And when I my sins confesse Sweet Spirit comfort me 2. When I lie within my bed Sick in heart and sick in head And with doubts discomforted Sweet Spirit comfort me 3. When the house doth sigh and weep And the world is drown'd in sleep Yet mine eyes the watch do keep Sweet Spirit comfort me 4. When the artlesse Doctor fees No one hope but of his Fees And his skill runs on the lees Sweet Spirit comfort me 5. When his Potion and his Pill His or none or little skill Meet for nothing but to kill Sweet Spirit comfort me 6. When the passing-bell doth tole And the Furies in a shole Come to fright a parting soule Sweet Spirit comfort me 7. When the tapers now burne blew And the comforters are few And that number more then true Sweet Spirit comfort me 8. When the Priest his last hath praid And I nod to what is said ' Cause my speech is now decaid Sweet Spirit comfort me 9. When God knowes I 'm tost about Either with despaire or doubt Yet before the glasse be out Sweet Spirit comfort me 10. When the Tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth And halfe damns me with untruth Sweet Spirit comfort me 11. When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine eares and fright mine eyes And all terrors me surprize Sweet Spirit comfort me 11. When the Judgment is reveal'd And that open'd which was seal'd When to Thee I have appeal'd Sweet Spirit comfort me Thanksgiving THanksgiving for a former doth invite God to bestow a second benefit Cock-crow BEll-man of Night if I about shall go For to denie my Master do thou crow Thou stop'st S. Peter in the midst of sin Stay me by crowing ere I do begin Better it is premonish'd for to shun A sin then fall to weeping when 't is done All things run well for the Righteous ADverse and prosperous Fortunes both work on Here for the righteous mans salvation Be he oppos●d or be he not withstood All serve to th' Augmentation of his good Paine ends in Pleasure AFflictions bring us joy in times to come When sins by stripes to us grow wearisome To God I 'Le come I 'le creep though Thou dost threat Humbly unto Thy Mercy-seat When I am there this then I 'le do Give Thee a Dart and Dagger too Next when I have my faults confest Naked I 'le shew a sighing brest Which if that can't Thy pittie wooe Then let Thy Justice do the rest And strike it through A Thanksgiving to God for his House LOrd Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell And little house whose humble Roof Is weather-proof Under the sparres of which I lie Both soft and drie Where Thou my chamber for to ward Hast set a Guard Of harmlesse thoughts to watch and keep Me while I sleep Low is my porch as is my Fate Both void of state And yet the threshold of my doore Is worn by 'th poore Who thither come and freely get Good words or meat Like as my Parlour so my Hall And Kitchin 's small A little Butterie and therein A little Byn Which keeps my little loafe of Bread Unchipt unflead Some brittle sticks of Thorne or Briar Make me a fire Close by whose living coale I sit And glow like it Lord I confesse too when I dine The Pulse is Thine And all those other Bits that bee There plac'd by Thee The Worts the Purslain and the Messe Of Water-cresse Which of Thy kindnesse Thou hast sent And my content Makes those and my beloved Beet To be more sweet 'T is thou that crown'st my glittering Hearth With guiltlesse mirth And giv'st me Wassaile Bowles to drink Spic'd to the brink Lord 't is thy plenty-dropping hand That soiles my land And giv'st me for my Bushell sowne Twice ten for one Thou mak'st my teeming Hen to lay Her egg each day Besides my healthfull Ewes to beare Me twins each yeare The while the conduits of my Kine Run Creame for Wine All these and better Thou dost send Me to this end That I should render for my part A thankfull heart Which fir'd with incense I resigne As wholly Thine But the acceptance that must be My Christ by Thee To God MAke make me Thine my gracious God Or with thy staffe or with thy rod And be the blow too what it will Lord I will kisse it though it kill Beat me bruise me rack me rend me Yet in torments I 'le commend Thee Examine me with fire and prove me To the full yet I will love Thee Nor shalt thou give so deep a wound But I as patient will be found Another to God LOrd do not beat me Since I do sob and crie And swowne away to die Ere Thou dost threat me Lord do not scourge me If I by lies and oaths Have soil'd my selfe or cloaths But rather purge me None truly happy here HAppy 's that man to whom God gives