Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	day_n	lord_n	see_v	3,711	5	3.5921	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73066	The remors of conscyence Here begynneth certayne demonstracyons by our lorde to all synfull persones with ye remors of mann[es] conscynce to the regarde o[f] the bounte of our lorde.		1515 (1515)	STC 20881.7; ESTC S124837	4,304	16

luste That heuenly kynge may I not se But lorde though I haue ben vniuste Thorough helpe of thy benygnyte I hope to rube awaye the ruste With repentaunce and grace of the And where that I haue afore this My wyll in worlde thynge haue spende From hens forwarde my purpose is Thy lawe to lerne to my lyues ende Thy. x. commaundementes truly I wys Them to kepe I wyll me mende bende And there as I haue done amys Mercy Ihesu I wyll amende Man yf thou wylte my mercy gete Thrugh my passyon of moost vertue Why ceasest thou not me for to bete Eche daye on the crosse doost me newe With deedly synne on morowe at mete As tourmentours to me vntrue And namely with thy othes grete To swere thou wylte no thynge eschew No lymme of me / nor thou derest Why sayest thou euyll ayenst good By my soule ofte tyme thou swerest By my body and by my blode With thy tonge thou me all to terest Whan thou arte wrothe and almoost wo Man with thyn vnkyndnes thou me d● re●t More than they rente me on the rode Thou hast more pyte of thy too If it be hurte and a lytell blede And all that euer that I dyde doo I suffred it for thy mysdede Whan thou arte taught that thou sholde do Of swerynge but whan it were nede Thou scornest them that sayeth so Thou takest to my byddynge no hede Loude lesynges on me thou makest Somtyme to wynne an halfe peny Whan to wytnesse thou me takest And yet for swerest the wylfully Byenge and sellynge thou not forsakest But vayne and fals to swere me by Whan thou doost thus thy bale thou takest Man make amendes or that thou dye Remors of conscy Swete Iesu how sholde I agayne saye But that I am a caytyfe and more curste That dooth on the curse euery daye With grete othes and werkes worste And moche more the greueth than they On caluary that flewe fyrste For had they knowen the for god veray ●o do the to deth they had not durste ●ut I knowe after my byleue That thou arte god omnypotent ●●d I seace not the to greue Well worthy I am to be shente How mayst thou lorde suffre to meue Of the traytours that the tourment Meruayle it is I do not myscheue Or am not kylled / drownet / or brent The erthe opened and swalowed quycke Sathan and abyron for theyr synne And as I wene they were neuer so wycke As moost certyfefull mankynne Indeedly synne men dye now thycke Dysease full grete now dooth begynne Yet in my synne I stande and stycke Euyll custome is full harde to blynne I wolde be wanton and do euyll But I wolde none me reprehende But let me lyue after my wyll This was lefull somtyme I wende But now I se that it is skyll ●uche lyght lorde thou haste me sende ●●t I leue synne it wyll me spyll ●ercy lorde I wyll amende Man do penaunce whyle thou mor Leest sodeynly I take vengeaunce Bydd● I the not daye by daye For cause I wolde thou dyde penaunce Man I am more redy alwaye To forgyue thy mysgouernaunce Whan thou of all thy frendes haste made assaye Thou shalte fynde none like to me Thou wylte amende oftetymes thou sa●●●… Agayne amendes no man may●e Do true penaunce and I am payed From endles payne to make the fre For thy loue my lyfe I layed What frende sholde haue done so for the With sorowfull herte thy synne thou shryue And make amendes to thyn enemy If thou thus leue thy wycked lyue I wyll be therof gladde truly Thynke oftentymes of lothes wyne And tourne not to thy synne agayne Let no dyspayre downe the dryue Thynke on Peter and Magdalayne Man wype awaye thy wyckednesse And kepe my byddynge by and by And thou shalte haue in my palesse Worshyp withouten vylany No pouerte but all rychenesse Helth / strength / wysdome truly Thou shalte be full of all swetnesse And than to lyue and neuermore dye Graunte mercy Ihesu croppe and rote Of all frendshyp for in none fayles Ayen●…●he I wy●… not mote But as ofte as me euyll ayles I wyll fall downe flatte to thy fote To helpe me in ghoostly batayles Now wote I where I shall me hyde Whan I am styred to ony synne In the grete wounde of thy ryght syde And be hertely hydde therin As in a toure there may I abyde For ought ye fynde can me ymagyn For all this worlde that is so wyde Therin is souerayne medecyn There may no wanhope make me care That haue of they aungeiles so good To kepe me that I not mysfare And thy moder myldest of mode Lorde shende vs thy woundes then And than of mercy we may not mysse And than to helpe crysten men Now Ihesu lorde thou vs wysse That we with the may byde to blysse In Ioye and blysse withouten ende That to thy people ordeyned is That leue synne and them amende AMEN