Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	call_v	great_a	think_v	1,609	5	3.8252	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73566	A slaunderous libell (cast abroad) vnto an epitaph set forth vpon the death of D.E. Boner, with a reply to the same lying libell, by T. Broo	Broke, Thomas, fl. 1570.	1569 (1569)	STC 3817.7; ESTC S124651	8,419	23

✚ A slaunderous Libell cast abroad vnto an Epitaph set forth vpon the death of D. E. Boner with a Reply to the same lying Libell by T. Broo. ❧ Imprinted at London by Iohn Daye dwelling ouer Aldersgate The Libell Who so sp eaketh that he should not must heare what he would not MArch forth in malice brauling Brooke let taunting tounge haue no restraint Spew our the worst thou canstinuent against this Boner blessed saint Spare not to speake most slaunderous speach against this Prelate dead and gone Declare thy selfe like furious dogge to bite and barke at euery stone Reply At length I finde thy lies I waigh not Truth bids me answere altho I would not NO malice moued hath my minde nor tauntingly the truth I penne No spite did cause me to depaint this Boner saint of Sathans denne Where as the deuill beares the crosse a holy sort it should appeare If Boner be a blessed saint then cruell Nero neede not feare The slaughter house had open wrong that Boner was a Byshop made And Newgate lost his right that day so skilfull he in Baylers trade No madde braine moode hath me prouokt nor Boner dead I ought despite Which thou mightst see with open eyes but Boner like thou hatst the light But loe from thee now flascheth forth the burning sprite of Boners brest Which wonted was in wilfull sort the law and truth with wrong to wrest Yet for I heard of some so fonde to thinke that he was wronged much A peece not all of his leude lite I thought no shame or sinne to touch I coulde haue tolde the numbers great of vices vile the viper had Whose fury fell and franticke force oft honest hartes with care hath clad And Epitaphes do onely serue the wightes enthrald by Atropos Which els the same of their desertes or good or badde might happe to lose Some prayse the Lawyers iudgementes right some vaunt the warriours worthynes Some tell the vertues of the wise some shew of Boners blouddynes Not I then like a furious dogge in death haue sauage Boner bitte Nor raging I with stormy streames but calmely loe my floudes did flitte The Libell Thy rayling tounge against good men is to well knowne seuen yeares agoe What slaunders thou against him heapest if truth were knowne be nothing so Reply Thou doest me wrong thus to accuse of flaundring any honest man Or now or seuen yeares agoe name thou the wight if that thou can In rayling thou art Boners childe in scoffes in scoldes in slaunders vile In lyings leude in Popery it seemes thy dame did not begile Most like thy dad in euery poynt yet bastard none for ought I know Nor maiden Priest as Boner was whose children liude not long ago The infernall sprites do daunce for ioy to heare this Boners babe thus baule And falsehode fleeres to finde such frendes as seeke with lyes the truth to gaule Is this the iust reward I haue that sought in silence for to hide The halfe of all his wretchednes which thou mightst shame to heare discride Thou shewest thy selfe euen what thou art a blessed babe of Baalams broode Not able to maintaine thy part in slaundering swellest like a tode The Libell The law thou thinkest is on thy side to rayle at randome as thou listest And for thy slaunderous wordes thou hopest that none should thee resist Reply The law is on my side I know the perfect law of God it is Which to reproue thou hast no power though serpent like thou subtilly hisse This was the practise of the Iewes to cloke their faultes with false report Their cursed crueltie to hide and sinnefull sectes for to support The Libell His vertues rare did thee displease for theeues against iust iudges speake Till Partha cut his fatall thread thy woefull wrath thou durst not wreake Doth Gospell which thou doost professe teach thee to dip thy penne in gall And so defame such learned men whom vertue doth to honour call Reply Yea more then rare his vertues were for vertue none in him did rest As time did serue I sought to shew the vices which I still detest If I in ought haue Boner wrongde it is in that I not displaide Vnto the full his wretched life and Pagan Pagentes that he plaide But now sith that ye geue the cause to thend you Papistes should not thinke Your lying lippes and slaundrous wordes from known truth should make me shrink In playner sort I iustly proue that Boner for his great outrage Did Achab passe and Iezabell a Dioclesian of our age And if my verse seeme somewhat sharpe yet from the truth I will not swarue And vnprouokte of enuies roote yelde milder wordes then ye deserue Some theeues agaynst iust iudges speake so Caiphas did agaynst his Christ But if that thou call Boner iust I well can proue thou shamefully lyest He oft for meede peruerted right a cruell tyranne in his dayes He bolstered bawdry by his might and simonie by Romishe sayes And thou doest follow him apace to raile and raue without cause why The thinges thou canst not iustly proue thou fortifiest with a lye With spiders iuice thy penne is wet no Gospells lore thy toung doth guide But Pluto or his younglinges skill the poysoned Pope high prince of pride By false hypocrisie we see did Boner clime to honours height And placed there vnworthy he all vertues wayes despised straight Yet London may his Minotaure his Boner boast for all assayes Sith Becket neuer bred such bale nor halfe so well the Pope could please Why did ye not shrine him aliue Saint Dunstane might haue done the deede Swete samt Fraunces or Boniface or Belzebub for better spede The Libell We see how thou in Rethoricke roollest as one in Schemes and Tropes expert Frequenting of this figure rare which some men call sauce malipert What truth in preaching thou declarest I am content that other try In this thy worke I can affirme that euery line contaynes a lie And euery lie so shamefully made suckt out from saucy fingers end That surely some vnhappy sprite put to his hand to haue it penned Reply Thou and thy Boner bounteles in natures one seme to agree Two happy wombes from whence the sprang the pestilent fruite of poysoned tree What Boner was right well appeard while wastfull will with might was matcht Such wouldst thou seme in power plast a bounsing boye of Hidra hatcht Thy muse doth march in slaunderous sort fond rage doth rule thy beastly braine Cease shameles tauntyng toung to toyle in Boners case with lyes so vaine I tolde a troth why doost thou lye tho preacher none to farre vnfit Forbeare to striue against the streame let reason rule thy wreastling witte Thou doost abuse thy figure much that More so ment thou canst not proue It is not sure Saucemalepert a knaue of knauery to reproue Thou were but lately at the mill that ground thy lyes yet somewhat grose Alas good syr how saucye I the serpentes subtletie to