Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Rather the less. For she may be so light She may want grains. ay, or be such a burden, A man would scarce endure her, for the whole. Faith, best let's see her first, and then determine. Content. But Doll must ha' no breath on't. Mum. Away, you to your Surly yonder, Catch him. Pray God I ha'not stayed too long. I fear it. THese Chastisements are common to the Saints, And such rebukes th' Elect must bear, with patience; They are the exercises of the Spirit, And sent to tempt our frailties. In pure zeal, I do not like the man: He is a Heathen. And speaks the language of Canaan, truly. I think him a profane person, indeed. He bears The visible mark of the beast, in his forehead. And for his Stone, it is a work of darkness, And, with Philosophy, blinds the eyes of man. Good Brother, we must bend unto all means, That may give furtherance, to the holy cause. Which his cannot: The sanctified cause Should have a sanctified course. Not always necessary. The Children of perdition are, oft times, Made instruments even of the greatest works. Beside, we should give somewhat to man's nature, The place he lives in, still about the Fire, And fume of Metals, that intoxicate The brain of Man, and make him prone to passion. Where have you greater Atheists, than your Cooks? Or more profane, or choleric than your Glassemen? More Antichristian than your Bell-founders? What makes the Devil so devilish, I would ask you, Satan, our common enemy, but his being Perpetually about the fire, and boiling Br●stone, and Arsnike? We must give, I say, Unto the motives, and the stirrers up Of humours in the blood. It may be so. When as the Work is done, the Stone is made, This heat of his may turn into a zeal, And stand up for the beauteous discipline, Against the menstruous cloth, and rag of Rome. We must await his calling, and the coming Of the good Spirit. You did fault, t' upbraid him With the brethren's blessing of Heidelberg, weighing What need we have, to hasten on the Work, For the restoring of the silenced Saints, Which ne'er will be, but by the Philosopher's Stone. And, so a learned Elder, one of Scotland, Assured me; Aurum potabile being The only medicine, for the civil Magistrate, T'incline him to a feeling of the cause: And must be daily used, in the disease. I have not edified more, truly, by man; Not, since the beautiful light, first, shone on me: And I am sad my zeal hath so offended. Let us call on him, then. The motion's good. And of the Spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within. O Are you come? 'Twas time. Your threescore minutes Were at the last thread, you see, And, down had gone Furnus acediae, Turris circulatorius, Lembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pelican Had all been cinders. Wicked Ananias! Art thou returned? Nay then it goes down, yet.
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Rather the lesse. For she may be so light She may want graynes. I, or be such a burden, A man would scarse endure her, for the whole. Faith, best let's see her first, and then determine. Content. But Doll must ha' no breath on't. Mum. Away, you to your Surly yonder, Catch him. 'Pray God I ha'not stayd too long. I feare it. THese Chastisements are common to the Saints, And such rebukes th' Elect must beare, with patience; They are the exercises of the Spirit, And sent to tempt our fraylties. In pure zeale, I doe not like the man: He is a Heathen. And speakes the language of Canaan, truely. I thinke him a prophane person, indeed. He beares The visible marke of the beast, in his forehead. And for his Stone, it is a worke of darknesse, And, with Philosophie, blinds the eyes of man. Good Brother, we must bend vnto all meanes, That may giue furtherance, to the holy cause. Which his cannot: The sanctified cause Should haue a sanctified course. Not alwaies necessary. The Children of perdition are, oft times, Made instruments euen of the greatest workes. Beside, we should giue somewhat to mans nature, The place he liues in, still about the Fire, And fume of Mettalls, that intoxicate The brayne of Man, and make him prone to passion. Where haue you greater Atheists, then your Cookes? Or more prophane, or cholerick then your Glasse-men? More Antichristian then your Bell-founders? What makes the Diuell so diuelish, I would aske you, Sathan, our common enemy, but his being Perpetually about the fire, and boyling Brstone, and Arsnike? We must giue, I say, Vnto the motiues, and the stirrers vp Of humors in the blood. It may be so. When as the Worke is done, the Stone is made, This heate of his may turne into a zeale, And stand vp for the beauteous discipline, Against the menstruous cloth, and ragg of Rome. We must awayt his calling, and the comming Of the good Spirit. You did fault, t' vpbraid him With the Brethrens blessing of Heidelberg, waighing What neede we haue, to hasten on the Worke, For the restoring of the silenc'd Saints, Which ne'er will be, but by the Philosophers Stone. And, so a learned Elder, one of Scotland, Assur'd me; Aurum potabile being The onely med'cine, for the ciuill Magistrte, T'incline him to a feeling of the cause: And must be dayly vs'd, in the disease. I haue not aedified more, truely, by man; Not, since the beautifull light, first, shone on mee: And I am sad my zeale hath so offended. Let vs call on him, then. The motion's good. And of the Spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within. O Are you come? 'Twas time. Your threescore minutes Were at the last thred, you see, And, downe had gone Furnus acediae, Turris circulatorius, Lembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pellicane Had all beene cinders. Wicked Ananias! Art thou return'd? Nay then it goes downe, yet.