Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	faith_n	good_a	love_n	2,550	5	5.7551	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06971	The teares of the beloued: or, The lamentation of Saint Iohn, concerning the death and passion of Christ Iesus our sauiour. By I.M.	Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1600 (1600)	STC 17395; ESTC S109860	14,592	41

so great would seeme Making moats moūtaines moūtains moats esteeme For Pilates place he being vncircumcizde Would them defile but not the innocents blood Their soules their tongues with murther were surpriz'd They vs'd all meanes to haue the truth withstood Great sepulchers without are painted fayre But hold within all stench and lothsome ayre Pilate perceiued himselfe must take some paine To goe to them who frighted were with spight Tell me he said of Christ sith ye complaine So shew the wrong that I the same may right They then reply VVere not his doings ill We would not vrge that thou his blood shouldst spill Pilate then said Then man vnto ye take Doome him to death as your law shall permit The Iewes that time then vnto Pilate spake This thy resist doth not our humors fit It is not lawfull for any of our traine To kill a man we must from blood refraine This speech of theirs had also this effect For he who knew the secrets of mankinde Knew long before vve did the Iewes suspect His bitter death and thereof eke the kinde He vvould not faile our ransome now to pay Vs to redeeme though hell would him gainsay Let those that list into their dealings pry These vvicked men the rulers and the rest False counsell sought vvith vvhich they meant to try Their great vntruth that Iesus thus opprest So foule offenders might be clear'd from blame Thēselues thus clear'd vvere they not neerer shame As if a vvretch incensed from deepe hell Should kill a friend that saued once his life And seeing on sleepe the wretch vvith fury fell In sleepers hand should fast the blooddy knife And then abroad with outcries should maintaine His slaughtered friend was by the other slaine False witnes sought but none then found at all Though many came laden with vntruthes stoare At last came two into the high priests hall These were the last like bulles prepar'd to goare Who said that Christ the Temple would deface And reare it vp againe in three dayes space The louely sweete hereat did hold his peace Then the high priest incensed all with yre By the liuing God did charge Christ should not cease But answere make to that he would require Art thou the Christ of God art thou the sonne Herewith he hoapt Iesus should be vndonne Iesus to this replies Thou it hast said But neuerthelesse hereafter ye shall see The Sonne of man when ye shall stand dismaid All glorious seated on Gods right hand to be I then will come with glory great might Guarded with millions compast with clowds most bright Now thinke ye see vpon this answere prest The high priest doth his cloathes in sunder rent Christ hath blasphem'd on witnesses to rest I see 't is vaine that longer time be spent What thinke ye now ye heare his blasphemy They answere all He worthy is to dye The fowle-mouth'd monsters spit vpon his face Which face the angels to behold are glad They buffit him and yeld him all disgrace Smote him with rods hereat I waxt most sad This to inlarge as Peter much did moane So what insues must force th' offender groane The extreame spight shewed to Gods deare sonne Was for our sinnes our sinnes caused this spight Vexe him not fresh now that the Iewes haue done Such vexe him still who in their sinne delight All armed foes cannot such paines procure That wilfull sinners for euer shall endure This will I proue in one example plaine When Iudas sawe our Lord condemn'd to dye When he beheld him led with cursed traine When in each place he did all violence spye The sence of sinne assailes and fresh doth fray He yeldes and said I did my Lord betray Let presse in sight the kindnes of this Lord In choosing me vnto so high estate In trusting me euen of his owne accord In louing me that did deserue all hate Ah brutish beasts are thankfull in their kinde I much more brutish his fauors did not minde I others taught my selfe I did not teach I wonders wrought and now haue wrought a wonder Accursed houre I after gaine did reach Woe to my selfe God doth with vengeance thunder Who lookes on me with this will me vpbraid There goes the wretch his Master that betraid I there 's the sting that frets me to the gall For ranckerous Iewes excuse them from my spight I Christ betraid on me all vengeance fall I am condemn'd that did in sinne delight With graue forecast why did I not preuent This monstrous sinne for which I thus am shent Now must I looke vpon my present losse And what is that but an Apostles place That but brings more I gaind a little drosse And thus lose heauen the looking on Gods face Ye greedy gripes that feede on liuing men Hasten to hell my lothsome dark'ned den Ye monstrous sinners to my talke attend Seducing Sathan snarde me with his baite Faire words I had but these and deedes did bend My couetous mind on treason now to waite If euery sinne should in their kinde appeare Ye would detest siluer to buy so deare I seele my sinne a cause my selfe to hate I haue no sence I should for mercy cry My sinne exclaimes accursed is my state Iustice is iust this course I minde to try These thirty pieces of siluer now at last I will againe to priests and elders cast Good worke this is but wanteth loue and faith What helpeth it to say I did offend The diuell prest vnto my soule then saith 'T is true thou speakst despaire and life now end Thus he that first did me to mischiefe traine Doth much reioyce at my perpetuall paine I sinn'd a sinne betraying the innocent blood O innocent blood with cryes that doest affright Affright me not why am I thus withstood Withstood with wrath and with my tainted spright One mischiefe doth vpon an another heape 'T is good ye looke before the ditch he leape VVhat 's that to vs see thou to these things looke So said these guides making of me a scorne No one I found that pitty on me tooke For I became indeede a wretch forlorne A strangling coard made end of all my doubt I hangd my selfe my bowels gushed out Suffer my speech who suffer now with griefe Death void of death for death here liueth still Barr'd from all hope shut out from all reliefe Most sad complaints my hearing now doth fill I haue no rest but in vnrest remaine No tongue or penne can well declare my paine Now to returne to Pilate who like case To the common hall had entred now with speede Who tendring much Caesars and his disgrace Did aske of Christ if he were King in deede For rebels wrought the Romanes much vnrest Which caus'd great care to haue such wrongs redrest He questioned much if Christ then were a King But no aduantage of his words could take Our Sauiour so about his state did bring That of his kingdome thus in briefe he spake My kingly state it is no