Selected quad for the lemma: spirit_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	know_v	see_v	soul_n	6,285	5	4.9453	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64414	A ternary of satyrs ... composed in French by an exquisite pen, and now done into English.	Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711. Satire à Monsieur M***, docteur en Sorbonne. English.; Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711. Satire contre les femmes. English.	1679 (1679)	Wing T758; ESTC R18603	15,025	48

he by infernal Aid Sharpned the Murdering Steel Gunpowder made And in his Rage to th' World a fatal Pest VVith puzling Laws perplexed the Digest Seeking with Glosses to obscure't thus he VVith heaps of Authors smother'd Equity And to compleat our woes to France did bring Haranguing Eloquence that Irksom thing Soft you will say what need you thus fly out Man has his Passions beyond all doubt And as the Sea ebbs and flows falls and rises But his mean Virtues ballance all his Vices In fine is it not Man whose daring Arts By th' Compass measures th' VVorld and all its parts VVhose comprehensive Knowledge grasps all things Knows rifling Nature whence the first cause springs Have Animals their Universities Take they Degrees in the four Faculties Have they Doctors of Law and Physic who VVear scarlet Robes and fur'd with Ermins too No their Physicians Poisons ne're impart Made up in Doses by their Murdring Art Arm'd with vain Arguments they don't like Fools Grow hoarse with bawling ' mongst them in the Schools No more if ever our weak minds do Know any thing they know or ought e're knew Tell me i' th' Age we live in if you can VVhether by knowledge they do measure Man VVould you have the Grandees throng to you Son The Father said to 's Child with tender Down Then take the surest side throw books away A hundred Francs at 5 pence what make they VVell said thou knowst all that is fit I see VVhat Wealth and Honor now will shower on thee Practise these Nobler Sciences my Boy Leave Plato off take the Checquer Employ Seek out what Provinces turn best t' account To what th' King's Salt Gabel does yearly amount Harden thy Heart turn Arab Pyrat Jew B'unjust Oppressive doubly Faithless too Play not the Generous Fop swell thy Estate And Fortune squeezing the Unfortunate Cheating Colbert's unwary Prudence try To merit Fortune by thy Cruelty Then thou 'lt soon find the Poets Orators Grammarians Doctors and Astronomers Degrade the Hero's to make room for thee And their Books swel'd with thy High Titles see In Hebrew Greek and Latin prove that you The strength and whole Design of their Art knew Rich and you 'r all Wise without Wisdom too Learning 's your Portion tho you nothing know Y' have Spirit Soul Merit Rank all that 's Good Dignity Virtue Valor Noble Blood Belov'd by great ones cherish'd by the Fair To Surintendents all are Debonair Gold Beauty to Deformity doth give But all is Dismal if in want you live Thus th' wary Usurer his Son educates Tracing a facil way to Grand Estates And oft hits tho he knows but this weak brains Five and four's Nine subtract two seven remains Now Doctor read the Bible till you be Pale mark the shelves out of that dreadful Sea Of that Divine Book th' holy Horror sound Luther and Calvin in one Tract confound Unravel all the fam'd Debates of old The Rabbins Learn'd Obscurity unfold To th' end a Bible in Spanish Leather bound When y' are well stricken in years to some Renown'd Porter may Dedicate your Work Profound And for Reward of your Bible-Explanation Pay you with Thank you Sir it 'h ' Acceptation Or if thy Mind at greater things does aim The Sorbonist's the Schools and Cap Disclaim Take up a gainful Trade henceforth and be Prentice t' a Banker or a Notary Then leave Aquinas to agree with Scot And yield with me A Doctor 's but a Sot A Doctor no a Poet you 'l reply You force your rash Muse there to soar too high But not to talk away time out of season Come to the Test is' t not Man that has Reason Is' t not his Light his faithful Pilot too Yes but pray to what purposes say you When they to faithless Winds entrust themselves Having in view nothing but Rocks and shelves What boots it C if reason oft do Cry Leave Scribling Cure thy Rhyming Malady If all this good Advice won't make him cease But 's Ballad-fury still the more increase His Verse daily with noise he does recite And puts Relations Neighbours Friends to flight For when his Daemon moves him then 't is said All persons leave him but his Kitching Maid An Ass by Nature taught obeys poor thing It 's leading Instinct without murmuring Nor does with his harsh voice the Birds defy To sing in Consort with him foolishly He without reason marches on his way But Man enlightned by 't 's blind at noon day Rul'd by himself does all at Counter-season In what he does has neither sence nor Reason Things please and displease him oblige and mad He without Reason is both brisk and sad His mind does love avoid pursue by chance Doe undoe add deprive destroy advance And do you find like him Panther or Bear Themselves with their own Phancies idly scare With Aery Fantômes combat th' appetite And with vain Contests disappoint Delight Tell me did Man e're know the Beasts unwise Sacrifice to him or him Idolize Approach him like th' Winds or Times Deity Beg weather fair or foul with bended knee No but Beasts oft see th' Hypocondriack Man worship metal he himself did make See th' Country where faint-hearted Mortals doe Tremble at a Monkey's foot and Altar too And those weak People bordering on the Nile Offer up Incense to the Crocodile But why say you this Example odious Aegypt and her false Gods what 's that to us You 'l prove by this prophane Discourse alas Good Doctor Man's inferior to an Ass A Creature that 's the scoff of all the rest Subject to thousand woes a stupid Beast Whose only Name will set a Satyr off Yes t' an Ass what is' t makes us at him scoff And flout but if that him we would permit On our Defaults to exercise his Wit Or to Reform us if kind Heaven would grant The use of speech at length he now does want That he his mind might freely utter pray What betwixt you and I would he not say What can he think when ' mongst the Rabble Rout In a Parisian street he stares about And sees Phantastic Men in their Array Some daub'd with lace some cloth'd in Black some Gray What says he when h' an Assassin does find Gallop to 's Patient carrying Death behind When 'fore a Rector a rude Squadron's found Marching in state with Beadles circled round Or does the Sherif in a huge Crowd spy In Ceremonious state lead Men to dye What thinks he of us when on a Court-day He to the Palace takes by chance his way And afar off hears a damn'd knavish Fellow Just like a Fury in the Great Hall bellow What says he when he sees the Officers Judges Clerks Proctors Ushers Registers O' if the Ass should turn Manhater then And as in Aesop's time speak once agen Seeing every where that Men such great Fools be He from his heart would without Jealousy Content with Thistles shake his head and cry 'Faith Man is but a Beast as well