Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	good_a	great_a	just_a	2,599	5	5.2900	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19122	The spectacle to repentance	Colclough, George.	1571 (1571)	STC 5532; ESTC S118186	17,494	70

thinges still to ponder It should be sure thy proper kinde vppon these thinges to wonder The Auther of the harte which lyeth in thy brest May not the same thy sinnes conuart as it doth like him best For why thus hath he sayd although thy sinnes do showe As scarlet yet they shal be made as white as any snowe But out alas the time I thinke it ouer past To call vs to repent our crime in sackecloth mourninge fast Behold I view and see Gods wrath is fully bent And if it may possible bee to call vs to repent The Drunked careth not how euer he hath sped And if so be the biblinge pot be setled to his head So that it happen shall as I do thinke no lesse I thinke the same shall surely fall which Ioell did expresse Ye Drunkardes now lament bewaile ye night and day For God is now euen surely bent to take your cup a way The wine so swete in tast which made your senses dull The lord a way shall surely cast and from your lippes it pull And if he did it speake vnto his owne elect What shal we do his lawes which break in much more ill respect If wepinge may preuayle we haue sufficient cause To houle and morne to weepe waile which still do breake his lawes So that I greatly feare if wee do not repent God will not still his wrath forbeare vnlesse our hartes relent I feare the iust shall speed far worse for ill mens sake And God will as I thinke in deede a way his blessinge take For wher the word is tought in most aboundant wise Small goodnes semeth to bee wroght small fructes of many rise Yea euen the greatest vice which Heathens did abuse As though it were of worthy price the Christians daily vse Yet Christ they do professe still boastinge of his name Wheras the truthe for to confesse t is but ●o cloke their shame In coueting for good was neuer more delight Such hastines in sheedinge blood was neuer set in sight Such falsehoode all for gain as was not seene before Such carping care such toyling payne in heapinge worldly store Such care for filthy mucke such toylinge heare and thear I feare me ill wil be the lucke which all this care doth beare And sure I doubt it sore it was not sayd in vaine Which Christ pronounced longe before in Luke his Gospell plaine A certaine man full rich ther was whose grounde gaue much encrease And thus in time it came to passe when as he liued in peace His barnes being well repleat with treasures of his grounde A bounding with all substance great as euer could be founde Vnto his soule thus doth he saye bee glad and take thine ease For thou art blest for many a daye with goodes of great encrease But oh thou foole sayth God the Lord thou knowest not what shall fall The goodes wher with thou now art stord shal be consumed all And in the selfe same night his goodes of so great powre And he him selfe of such a might were parted in an howre This is the end of such as neuer are content Of Gods good giftes which had so much till all was quickly spent Bycause in all their ioye ther maker they forget Therfore he doth them cleane destroye and catch them in his net And are not such in deede apparant at this time Whōse great vnthankfullnes doth breed a scourge iust for ther crime Yes if it were well knowne wher wealth doth much abounde I feare such seede is depely sowne al most in euery grounde But what or who they bee or how their lyfe they leade I wishe with all my hart to see such vices turnd to dreade For in our fathers time though sinne did somwhat grow Yet neuer was se rite the crime which now a dayes doth flow For why in euery place wheras you lyst to walke Which way so euer you shall passe a bounds such filthy talke Such swearing here and theare a busing God his name Which causeth as I greatly feare his word to beare the blame Yet do his preachers speake rebukinge sharpely still Those which his holy lawes do breake regardinge not his will. But oh mans fickle state oh his corrupted age Oh miserble runnagate who shall thy paines aswage Vnlesse thou do repent and that in litle space Vnlesse thy stubborn hart relent and call to God for grace Leaue of and that with spede thy brother to oppresse And rather helpe him at his nede his sorowes to redresse Turne not a way thine eare when he shall sighe and grone But with a louing countnance heare and listen to his mone But who is fully bent the carefull to consider Such one doth sure a good intent the nedy to remember But out alas the griefe which their poore harte sustain Full litle sure is the reliefe which may appease their pain Right dolefull is the songs which cometh from the poore With empty wombe yea all day longe they crie at euery doore The scripture doth declare that man shall not be harde When as he crieth his brothers care which doth no whit regard Full bitter is the sore which greues the simpl● hart And when likewise was euer more Such puttinge poore to smart But oh who dare once moue when rich men do not right Or who is he which dare reproue a man so great of might And when he shall appeare before the iudgement seate And eke the iudge shall playnly hear● his faultes to be so great Good Lord how in his cause his quarrell to maintaine Shall then be hard intionted lawes to rid him out of paine And shall I say the trothe that his should be the right The iudges many times forsooth for mony make him quite Yea thogh ech man might se his cause was nothinge iuste Yet is he now both franke and fre to serue his wonted luste Yet may ech man be bolde when poore men do amisse Of many men they are controld Yf once they do but hysse Yea and the sely poore though small be his offence He shal be thrust out of his doore to seeke his owne defence And if he moue his lippes his quarrell to maintaine He shall haue many tanting nips And prisone is his gayne And though his goods be small and litle be his store Although it may release his thrall He hath it not therfore Though litle be his fault to come before the iudge Good Lord how great is the assault of those which beare him grudge And that like tigers ferce they should beholde hys bloode And see the sword his harte to perce which all waies did them good Yet Chryst is their defence of whom they beare ther name Wheras it is but a pretence to cloke ther filthy shame For Chryst doth plainly saye those same which be of me They follow my preceptes alway and with my lawes agre Therfore sayth God the Lord I will no sinnes mayntayne And they shall fele my heauy sword which put my sheepe