work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3637,"","Searching ""throne"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"193. On Co-Essential, Co-Equal, Co-Eternal
God, Christ, the Spir't, are but one supernal,
Co-equal, Co-essential, Co-eternal:
Thrice blessed, Three in One, and One in Three,
May I adore, admire, love none but Thee,
My Maker, Saviour, Consolation:
O please to make my heart thy lesser Throne.
",2012-04-29,9459,"","""O please to make my heart thy lesser Throne.""",Throne,2012-04-29 15:11:51 UTC,""
3640,Conscience,"Searching ""court"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); Found again searching ""judge"" and ""heart""",2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC,"The Conscience was ever, and is still
The fountain of all actions, good or ill;
And all the actings, whether foul or fair,
Of men, are as their Consciences are.
Conscience goes with us where e're we go,
To bear record of whatsoe're we do.
Conscience is Gods Vice-Roy in the Soul,
And all are liable to its controul.
Conscience is Christs Vicar in mans heart,
It keeps Court there, and acts the Judges part.
Its verdict can be by no pow'r repeal'd,
Its stroaks are wounds that never can be heal'd:
It's the Souls Anchor, boldness it maintains
In judgment, and is of unwearied pains.
Conscience is most like God, it is supreme,
But under God this Jewel, O esteem
For its great worth, as rarest next to Christ;
It is our Patron, our Apologist;
It is impartial, active, and sincere,
Gods Register in us; his Harbinger
For to prepare his way; this is beside
Mans faithful Surety, Treasurer and Guide.
The evidence of a good Conscience will
Find with the judge of hearts acceptance still;
Good Conscience is the only Ark that can
Ding down the Dagons of all deeds prophane.
A Conscience unstain'd with blushing crimes,
Holds out in all changes of States and Times.
Mount Sion and good Conscience abide
For ever, and tentations can deride.
A Conscience that is kept free from blame,
Laughs at the false reports of long-tongu'd fame.
Good Conscience will speak within, when all breath,
The doors are shut to ev'ry vocal call.
When riches, husband, wife, parents, friends, breath,
Life, patience, firm hope, assured faith
Have left us; a good Conscience is so fast
A friend, that it sticks to us till the last.
A right good Conscience term this we may,
To live therein until our dying day.
Good Conscience still keeps Holy-day, is bent
To feasting ev'ry day; there is no Lent,
No Fasting-days that interrupt this Feast,
But still the chear is more and more encreas'd.
Who keeps his Conscience from offences clear,
That man keeps Hil'ry Term throughout the year
But he that shipwracks a good Conscience shall
Let in great riches, but the Devil withal.
Good Conscience, as Davids Instrument,
Drives away th'evil Spirit of discontent.
Good Conscience can suck content divine,
From bitt'rest drugs, turn Marah into Wine.
Can sweetly smile, ev'n in afflictions sharp,
This made Pauls Prisons-songs, tun'd Davids harp.
It is a Paradise with pleasures fraught,
All our best duties are without it naught.
It's to the Castle of the Heart a Wall
Of Brass: it is a Christians coat of Mail,
How many do for want of it miscarry!
It is a cordial Electuary:
And very many good ingredients go
Therein, Meat, Drink, Sleep, Ease, Refreshment too.
Good Conscience on God it self can roul;
'Tis Aquavitæ to the swouning soul.
A Conscience that from wickedness is pure,
Can in the Cannons mouth repose secure.
No such provision 'gainst an evil day,
As a good Conscience; this is they say
A constant Feast; who hath a Conscience good,
Fares well although he have no other Food.
A sincere heart will not do any thing
'Gainst Conscience, is bold in suffering;
But ah! fearful of sin, such as upright
would walk, must have God always in their sight.
",,9463,"•INTEREST. On conscience. Not one of my keywords, but a word worth thinking more about.
•I've included twice: Vicar and Judge","""Conscience is Christs Vicar in mans heart, / It keeps Court there, and acts the Judges part""",Court,2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,""
3644,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"159. On Cleansing
By nature we are all defil'd with sin,
And with the Leper must cry out, Unclean.
Sin is an impure [?] Issue, none can bring
Purity thence, tis a polluting thing;
A sinner's heart's so black, that only hell
Can pattern it, and be it's paralell;
But Grace is a spirit'al Lavor, stil'd
Regenerations washing; Souls defil'd,
Faith & Repentance cleanse; Grace lays the soul
A whitening, searches wounds, and makes them whole.
Grace is of a Celestial nature, though it
Wholly remove not sin, it doth subdue it;
Mary's tears as they washed Christs feet, so
Her heart; Grace engraves holiness unto
The Lord upon the heart, in character,
Indelible; to Glory Grace prefers.",,9467,"","""Grace engraves holiness unto / The Lord upon the heart, in character, / Indelible""","",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,""
3647,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"200. On a Cullender.
Our mem'ries like the Cullender that streins
Pure liquor out, but drossie dregs reteins.
",,9470,"•INTEREST. I just realized what this book is. REVISIT and read through it. I assume that this is the sort of writing Swift makes fun of in his ""Broomstick"" piece. ","""Our mem'ries like the Cullender that streins / Pure liquor out, but drossie dregs reteins""","",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,""
3651,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"His Spir't burns up our dross, & makes our graces
Sparkle like furnace gold, Christ the mind fills
With light in us, a tender heart he places;
And files off the Rebellion of our Wills.
Upon the Soul he rises, and he brings
An healing vertue in his balmie wings.",,9475,•I've included twice: Dross and Gold,"""His Spir't burns up our dross, & makes our graces / Sparkle like furnace gold""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,""
3651,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"His Spir't burns up our dross, & makes our graces
Sparkle like furnace gold, Christ the mind fills
With light in us, a tender heart he places;
And files off the Rebellion of our Wills.
Upon the Soul he rises, and he brings
An healing vertue in his balmie wings.",2009-04-15,9477,•I've included twice: Light and Rebellion,"""Christ the mind fills / With light in us, a tender heart he places; / And files off the Rebellion of our Wills.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,""
3651,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"His Spir't burns up our dross, & makes our graces
Sparkle like furnace gold, Christ the mind fills
With light in us, a tender heart he places;
And files off the Rebellion of our Wills.
Upon the Soul he rises, and he brings
An healing vertue in his balmie wings.",,9478,•I've included twice: Light and Rebellion,"""Christ the mind fills / With light in us, a tender heart he places; / And files off the Rebellion of our Wills""","",2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,""
3651,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Philosophers affirm that Mines of Gold,
Are always fruitless, and the Devils Freehold:
So are those minds that Gold admire do,
Barren, and haunted by the Devil too.
",,9479,•I've included twice: Mine and Haunting,"""So are those minds that Gold admire do, / Barren, and haunted by the Devil too.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,""
3653,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Where there is a good conscience, there will
Be a good conversation, pure hearts still
Go with pure lives, when with its golden beams
Grace shines abroad, how beautiful it seems!
If the stream be corrupt, we may suspect
The Spring to be impure, a Saint will act
For God, of God he very often talks,
And with God, Noah-like, he always walks,
Is exercis'd in Angels work, always
Serving his God, and singing to his praise:
A Christian is full of spir't'al mirth,
His life's a very Heaven upon Earth;
The conversation of Saints is where
God is, in Heaven e're themselves come there,
Shall we account them pure, whose conversation
Is not in Heaven, Gods Holy habitation;
But in hell rather, Satans dwelling place?
How justly may such as are voyd of grace,
Reproach and scorn Religion when they see't
Thus kicked down, with our unholy feet.
The Clock hath not its motion within
Alone, without there moves the Dyal-pin:
Sincerity of heart is seen upon
The Dyal of the conversation.
A pure heart hath a golden Frontispice,
It loves fair vertue, and abhors foul vice,
Grace like new wine, will have vent, cannot be
Concealed, the fruits do manifest the Tree,
Although within Religions main work lies,
Yet must our light shine forth to others eyes,
The Saints are called Jewels in the sight
Of others, they reflect a lustre bright,
When we have Gospel-conversations,
We in Gods Church, are sparkling Diamonds.
Saints lives come near to Christ their all in all,
As the Transcript to the Original.
Christ in his conversation, lovely seems,
His life was purer than the sunny beams;
'Twas a fair copy never any one,
Wrote without blotting, saving Christ alone,
Who knew no sin; his lips never did speak
A word amiss, his feet did never tread
A step awry, and he who was a way
For others to walk in, did never stray
Out of the way himself, his life's throughout,
A pattern of good works, he went about
Still doing good even from the cratch unto
The Cross, he never any ill did do.
As Moses face did shine when he had bin
With God, so we in holiness must shine.
Our carri'ge and deportment should declare,
That of Heavens City, Burgesses we are.
And that we to Jerusalem above
Are going, thorough the high-way of Love.
Sincer'ty in the heart as holy leaven,
Makes the heart to swell, & rise as high as Heaven.
The upright man orders his conversation
Aright, and God will shew him his salvation.
Some brag they have good hearts, but their lives are
Crooked, they hope to go to heaven, but their
Foot-steps take hold of Hell, while Saints set on
Religions head an honourable Crown,
Adorn the Gospel; such shall reign no doubt,
Who copy in their lives the Bible out.",2008-12-03,9481,"","""A pure heart hath a golden Frontispice, / It loves fair vertue, and abhors foul vice.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3654,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-31 00:00:00 UTC,"God multiplies his Mercies more and more,
Ungrateful we, who to our sins vast score
Add new offences daily; but be't known,
God hath large showres of vengeance to pour down
Upon our guilty souls, unless we rent
Our rocky hearts, and speedily repent.",,9482,"","""God hath large showres of vengeance to pour down / Upon our guilty souls, unless we rent / Our rocky hearts, and speedily repent.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,I've included the entire poem