item: #1 of 109 id: A00395 author: Erbery, William, 1604-1654. title: The great mystery of godliness Jesus Christ our Lord God and man, and man with God; one in Jesus Christ our Lord. By Mr. Erbury minister of the word. date: 1640.0 words: 7181 flesch: 78 summary: The great mystery of godliness Jesus Christ our Lord God and man, and man with God; one in Jesus Christ our Lord. The great mystery of godliness Jesus Christ our Lord God and man, and man with God; one in Jesus Christ our Lord. keywords: body; christ; eph; flesh; god; grace; jesus; lord; spirit cache: A00395.xml plain text: A00395.txt item: #2 of 109 id: A01747 author: Gill, Alexander, 1565-1635. title: A treatise concerning the trinitie of persons in vnitie of the deitie Written to Thomas Mannering an Anabaptist, who denyed that Iesus is very God of very God: but man onely, yet endued with the infinite power of God. date: 1601.0 words: 12212 flesch: 68 summary: Let it not trouble you , that Iudah the sonne of Iacob was called by such a name , as had these foure letters therein , with the addition of 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 d , thus 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 Iehudah : but rather wonder and learne , how by these sacramentes the children of GOD before the Incarnation , exercised their faith , saluted the promises afarre off , and saw that our Lord should enter into our earthly tabernacle , by the doore of Iudahs flesh ; for so much the letter 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 Daleth importeth . ISV , because ( say they ) the letter 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 s. turned vpward 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 is as much as the double he 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 omitted . keywords: bee; christ; euery; father; god; hath; haue; holy; infinite; knowledge; man; power; sonne; thing; vnderstanding; vnto cache: A01747.xml plain text: A01747.txt item: #3 of 109 id: A02262 author: Grotius, Hugo, 1583-1645. title: Christ's Passion date: 1640.0 words: 266760 flesch: -372 summary: following his own Precept , cur'd his foe . For Malchus , rushing on in front of all , Perceiving part of his , with-out him , fall , Searcht with his flaming brand : the bleeding eare See on the earth , revenge subdu'd his feare ; Who lowdly roaring shook his threatned bands , And streight incountred those all-healing hands : They to his Head that Ornament restor'd , And benefits for injuries affor'd . But O blinde Mischief ! I , who gave the Wound , Am left at large ; and he , who heal'd it , bound . O Peter , canst thou yet forbeare to throw Thy body on the weapons of the Foe ! If thou would'st vindicate thy Lord , begin First with thy selfe , and punish thy own Sin . Thou that dar'st menace armies , thou that art Fierce , as a Midian Tyger , of a heart Invincible , nor knows what is to dread ; VVith Fortune , at the first incounter , fled . A Fugitive , a Rebel ; one that hath All crimes committed in this breach of faith . VVho towring hopes on his own strength erects , Nor the selfe-flattering Mindes deceit suspects , But his vaine Vertue trust ; let him in me The sad example of his frailty see : From slippery heights how pronely Mortals slide ; Their heady errors punishing their pride . VVhat can I adde to these misdeeds of mine ! VVho have defil'd the water , bread , and wine , VVith my abhor'd defection ! O , could I Those lips pollute with wilfull perjury , But newly feasted with that sacred food , Presenting his torne flesh , and powr'd-out blood ! O Piety ! for this , thou Renegate , Did Jesus wash thy flying feet of late ! Not Jordan with two Heads , whose waters roule From snow-top Libanus , can cleanse thy Soule : Not thou Callirhoe ; nor that ample Lake , From whose forsaken shore my birth I take , Could'st thou blue Nereus , in whose troubled Deep Niles seven large Mouthes their foming currents steep , Or that red Sea , whose waves in Rampires stood While our Fore-Fathers past the parted Flood ? These purging streames from thy own Springs must flow . Repentance , why are thy complaints so slow ! Raise stormes of sighes ; let teares in torrents fall , And on thy blushing cheekes deep furrows gall . O so ! run freely : beat thy stubborn breast : Here spend thy rage ; these blowes become thee best . This : A legacie to each of you I leave : Mother , this sonne in stead of me receave By thy adoption : and thou gentle boy , The seed of Zebedeus , late my joy , Thy friend now for thy mother take . This said , Again he to his torments bow'd his Head . The Vulgar with the Elders of our Race , And Souldiers , shake their heads in his disgrace : Is this the man , said they , whose hands can raise The Temple , and rebuild it in three dayes ? Now shew thy strength . Or if the Thunderer Above the rank of Mortalls thee preferre , Acknowledg'd for his Heir ; let him descend , Confirme thy hopes , and timely succour lend . Behold , the help thou gav'st to others , failes The Authour . Break these Bonds , these stubborn Nails , And from the Crosse descend : then we will say Thou art our King , and thy Commands obey . Nor wast enough that the surrounding Throng Wound with reproches : Who besides him hung , Doth now again a murderers minde disclose ; And in his punishment more wicked growes . Who thus : If thou be he whom God did choose To Govern the free'd Nation of the Jews , Thy self , and us release : thus honour win . The Partner of his death , as of his sinne , Who had his fiercenesse , with the thief , cast-off , Ill brookes , and thus reprooves , that impious scoff : Hast thou as yet not learnt to acknowledge God ? Nor sacred Justice fear ? who now the rod Of vengeance feel'st ? wilt thou again offend , And to the jaws of Hell thy guilt extend ? This death we owe to our impiety : But what are his misdeeds ? why should he die ? Then looking on his face with dropping eyes : Forgive me , O forgive a wretch , he cries : And O my Lord , my King , when thou shalt be Restor'd to thy own Heaven , remember me . He mildly gives consent ; and from the barres Of that sad Crosse , thus rais'd him to the Starres : With me , a happy Guest , thou shalt injoy Those sacred Orchards where no frosts destroy The eternall Spring , before the Morne display The purple Ensigne of th' ensuing Day . CHORVS . What this ! the Centre pants with sudden throwes ! And trembling Earth a sad distemper showes ! The Sun , affrighted , hides his golden Head ; From hence by an unknown Ecliptick fled ! Irregular Heavens abortive shades display ; And Night usurpes the empty Throne of Day ! What threats do these dire Prodigies portend To our offending Race ! Those ills transcend All that can be imagin'd , which inforce Disturbed Nature to forget her Course . I heare approaching feet : What ere thou art , Whom darknesse from our sight conceales , impart All that thou know'st to our prepared eares : Accomplish , or dissolve our pressing feares . keywords: 007; 025; 039; 061; > grotius; author >; bibl xml; corr >; date xml; dateline xml; id="a02262; item xml; pc xml; pos="acp; pos="av; pos="cc; pos="crq; pos="d; pos="n1; pos="pns; pos="po; pos="vvn; quote xml; seg >; sp xml; stage xml; trailer xml; unit="sentence">.