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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	great_a	place_n	see_v	2,893	5	3.1798	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13925	Here begyn[n]eth a newe treatyse deuyded in thre parties The fyrst partie is to know, [et] haue i[n] mynde the wretchednes, of all mankynde. The seconde is of the co[n]dycion and manere of the vnstedfastnes, of this world here. The thyrde parte i[n] this boke you may rede of bytter death, and why it is to drede.	Rolle, Richard, of Hampton, 1290?-1349. aut	1542 (1542)	STC 24228; ESTC S103664	34,994	80

slowe Therfore no wonder thoughe they gone amysse For euer in darcknes theyr goynge is All far from the lyght of vnderstandynge And from thynges that falleth to the ryght knowynge Therfore euery chrysten man and woman That hath any wyt and reason can Shulde be besye by all maner of way To learne suche thy●ges that longeth to the say And euermore learne both lowde and styll Whiche is the good way and whiche is euyll And he that the ryght way of knowynge wyll loke Shulde thus begynne as telleth the boke Fyrste for to knowe hym selfe in clennes And than may he come to all mekenes For that is the grounde of all to last In whom all vertues be set fast For he that knoweth it and well can se What hym selfe was and is and after shall be The more wyser man he myght be calde Whyther that he be yonge man other olde Therfore euery wyse man fyrste must lere For to knowe hym selfe whyle that he is here And yf he knowe hym selfe within and without Than shall he haue euer God in doubte And vpon his endynge his thought must be cast And vpon the dredefull dome that shall come last And also knowe what this worlde is That is but vanyte and full of wretchednes And forsake synne and foule lustes all And thynke what shall after this lyfe fall For knowynge of all this shulde hym lede To haue mekenes in mynde and also drede For so may a man come to good lyuynge And at the last haue good endynge And when he shall out of this worlde wende Come vnto the ioy that hath none ende The begynnynge of this matter is The ryght knowynge of a man hym selfe ywys But some men hathe great lettynge So that they may nat haue full knowynge Of them selfe that fyrste they shulde knowe And with mekenes euer make them lowe And of that matter foure thynges I fynde That maketh mennes wyttes full blynde And the knowynge of them selfe letteth youth the whiche hym selfe he forgetteth Therfore saynt Bernarde speaketh to vs And in his wrytynge sayeth all thus ¶ Forma fauor popu●i sensus Iuuenilis opesque Suppi puere tibi noscere quid sit homo ¶ That is fauour of fole and moche fayrenes And hete of youth and mothe ryches Blyndeth a mannes reason and mynde For to knowe hym selfe what he is of kynde And thus these foure letteth hym in syght So that he forgetteth hym selfe out ryght And maketh his herte prowde and hawtey●e And all waywarde from God his souereygne For these nouryssheth both pompe and pryde And maketh other synnes in them to byde For in what man any of these foure is Seldome is sene in hym any maner mekenes And letteth a man that he may nat s● The maners of the worlde full of vanyte Neyther the tyme of death when he shall come Neyther when he shall hence to dome be nome Neyther he ne can vnderstande ne se The perryll that after this lyfe than shall be To all synfull men that loueth folye Nay the ioy that good men shall haue so hy● But in great delytes setteth theyr hertes fast And fareth as theyr lyfe euer more shulde last And gyueth them here to all ydlenes And to suche thynges that no profyte is And suche men be nat with reason lad But in theyr folyes euermore be sad And thynges that they shulde drede they knowe nat Therfore they haue no drede to set on theyr thought And that is for defaute of knowynge Of thynges that myght to drede theym brynge Yet some men wyll nat vnderstande Suche thynges that myght them brynge to shonde For they wyll here nothynge that them mysspeaketh Therfore saynt Dauid in his boke thus sayeth ¶ Nosuit intellegere vt bene ageret ¶ He sayeth man hath no wyll to be snell To vnderstande thynges to make them do well These wordes be sayde by them here That wyll nought vnderstande neyther do lere To drede God and to do his wyll But foloweth theyr lustes and lyueth full euyll And for defaute of trewe fayth this may be For they lyueth nothynge but they ●t se But grutcheth when they shulde ought lere Therfore sayeth the Prophete in this manere ¶ Non crediderunt set murmurauerunt ¶ The Prophete sayeth that they beloued nought But grutched and were heuy in thought Thus fareth many men that lyueth nothynge That men telleth them agaynst theyr lykynge But grutcheth and waxeth all frowarde When men speaketh ought that them thynketh harde Some can in boke suche thynges rede But lyghtnes of herte bryngeth them drede So it may nat with them dwell As God wytnesseth in the Gospell ¶ Quia ad tempus credunt in temptationis recedunt ¶ He sayth for the tyme some leue a thynge And soone passeth there fro in tyme of temptynge As wytnesseth the prophete saynt Dauid In a verse of the Psalter that accordeth therwith ¶ Et crediderunt in verbis eius laudauerunt laudem eius ¶ He sayeth in his werkes they byleued well And praysed his werkes as they cought somdell But soone they had his workes forgyt And thought of his counceyll no more to wyt Suche men be euer vnstedfast That neyther loue ne drede may on them last But who that can nought drede may soone l●re That hereth this matter with good ere With suche thynges that he may conceyue therby And do good dedes and flye folye Therfore these bokes be out drawe Of dyuerse matters that be of Goddes lawe To lewed men that be n●t of vnderstandynge And of latyn speche be all vnconnynge To make hym selfe fyrste for to knowe And all synnes away to throwe And to brynge them to perfyre drede When they this treatyse wyll here or rede That shal moue his conseyence within And throughe that drede may alone begynne Throughe comforte of the ioyes of heauen bryght As men may hereafter haue a syght ¶ Here begynneth the fyrste parte of this boke that speaketh of mannes wretchednes FIrste when God made all thyng of nought Man of the foulest matter was wrought That was of earth to skyles to beholde That is for almyghtye God so wolde Of soule matter make man in despyte Of Lucyfer hym therwith to a twyte When he fell in to hell for his pryde And many one mo that fell that tyde For they shulde haue the more shendshype And the more sorowe when they toke kepe That man of so foule matter shulde dwell In that place from whens they fell An other cause is for man shulde se That a man the more meker shulde be Euer when he sethe and thynketh in thought Of the foule matter that he was wrought For God throughe his great myght Wolde sygne that place in heauen bryght That was made voyde throughe synne of pryde Wolde haue it fylled in euery syde As throughe vertue of holy mekenes That contrary to all maner of pryde is He thought to amende it in some wyse Wherfore men shulde Lucyfer dyspyse For there may no man in to heauen come But he

saynt Bernarde IT is founde in the lyfe of saynt Bernarde When he drewe to his deat● warde That the deuyll of hell so horryble of hewe Asked of saynt Bernarde w t wordes fewe Wherfore he asked the kyngdome of heuen Syth he had gylt in the synnes seauen Then answered saynt Bernarde to hym this That I am nat worthy I wote ywis Throughe my●e owne synnes it for to haue 〈◊〉 I shall hence wende to my graue But throughe my lorde Iesus full of myght That all thynge gouerneth as it is ryght As throughe ryght of his fathers herytage And also for chrysten mennes auauntage And throughe ryght of his harde passyon That he suffred here for our saluacyon That herytage frely he graunted me And also that other parte to hym shulde be Of whose ryght I aske that heauen ryche After his mercye that nothynge is lyche When the deuyll harde hym thus say As ouercome he went his way And anone saynt Bernarde when this was done Came agayne to his mynde that erst was gone And anone dyed afterwarde the And euen his soule to blysse gan go But it is more wonder all for to tell Why that God suffreth the deuyll of hell To appere to hym that is of myght moste Whan that he dyed and gaue vp his ghoste For the great Clarckes wytnesseth it In theyr owne bokes that be of holy wryt Than semed it well that God wolde thus Suffre the deuyll of hell to appere to vs In tyme of death at our last ende When we shall all hence wende But a stronge payne to vs that shall be The great syght of deuylles that than we shall se For they be so horryble as telleth the boke And so blacke and dredefull vpon to loke So that all maner of men that I may deuyse Of the foule syght of them may sore agryse For all maner men that be in earth alyue So horryble a syght can neuer descryue Nor none so qu●ynte a payntour y t myght brynge to pass● Neyther man so wytty neuer yet was That coulde ought ymagyne of theyr horryblenes Other paynte any poynte after theyr lykenes For theyr shape in this worlde may no man make Ne se the same fourme that they haue take But yf the deuylles had of God so large powere In theyr owne fourme to shewe them here Lese they shulde theyr mynde and be sore agast For cause that they be in to suche fourme cast But so hardy man was neuer yet none That lyued in earth in flesshe and bone If he sawe the deuyll in his fourme aryght That he ne shulde for drede of that foule syght Anone ryght to dye other to lese his wyt As soone as he had beholden it But in the same fourme as I tell can Sethem neuer here no lyues man But onely to them that death is nere For God hath bynome them theyr powere So that they may tempte no man ne greue Further then our lorde God hath gyuen them leue But anone as death asayleth a man In the foulest fourme they wyll appere than For bycause that euery man dredynge shulde be Agaynst the same tyme that he shulde them se. BUt to you all I wyll tell sothly Wher●ore the deuylles be all so gresely For when that they were Aungels bryght As tho y ● be in heauen before Goddes syght And from y t place throughe synne they fell And anone bycōmen foule fendes of hell And were horryble fygured throughe synne And so they were all wrapped therin For yf synne ne were they had be styll Bryght Aungelles as they were throughe Goddes wyll And nowe they be horryble and vnsemely And that was throughe synne of pryde onely Than is synne fouler and more lothsome Than is the deuyll that from hell may come For Clarckes telleth it that be of cōnynge That synne is so foule and so horryble a thynge That yf a man myght se before hym his synne In the same lykenes that he falleth in He shulde rather than for drede it fle Than any deuyll of hell that he myght se Than is the soule of a synfull man within Fouler than the deuyll yf he be in synne Therfore a man shulde where that he wendes More drede synne than any syght of fendes That shall come to hym at his endynge For his synnes indyspayre hym to brynge Of whiche synnes he woulde hym nat shryfe Ne take no repentaunce here in his lyfe For vs behoueth euerychone in Goddes owne syght yelde our accomptes of wronge and of ryght And of all thynges that euer we haue wrought Both in werke and in wyll and euery mysthought ¶ Of the thyrde encheason why men dredeth death THe thyrde encheason is to our vnderstandynge Why euery man dredeth deathes cōmynge For all thynge shall be shewed and se●e Both good euyll foule and also clene And there ben rehersed as the boke telleth ryght Bytwene foule fendes and Aungelles bryght Than shall they despute there all our lyfe With great sorowe both care and stryfe For in the same tyme all thynge shall be knowen And in the same day nothynge ben hydden But onely synne that is clensed here And all good dedes done in good manere Than shall we all there both here and se All maner pryuyties that euer wrought we And therfore God sayeth in his Gospell In the same maner that I wyll you tell ¶ Niehil opertum quod non reuelabitur ¶ There is no maner of thynge here so hydden That ne shall than be shewed and knowen And styll there abyde must we Tyll there all our lyfe clene examyned be Therfore saynt Ancelme as the boke telleth vs Speaketh to the soule sharpely thus Thou wretched soule sayth he what myght thou wyn When thou from thy body departe shall atwyn For than behoueth the acomptes to yelde Of all that thou hast done in youth and in elde From the begynnynge that thou couldest wyt Unto the last day for thou myght nat flyt And than shall welaway forsoth he thy songe For thou hast spended thy lyfe here in wronge And than shall all thy synnes here ben shewed Whyther so that thou be lered other lewed Of whiche synne thou shalt more drede Than of all the deuylles that thyther the wyll lede And thus shall euery man at his endynge There be brought to an harde rekenynge For no synne than to hym shall be vntolde Be it neuer so pryue other kept in holde And I fynde wrytten thre causes why That no man may trust than sykerly Upon his good dedes that he hath done here And the causes why be good to lere One is that all thynges that good be From God they come and nat from the So that all good dedes that here be wrought Be Goddes owne dedes and ours ryght nought But all our synnes that we may do knowen Cōmeth all from our selfes and they be our owne And an other cause there is also For bycause that we be redy euermo An hondred tymes rather to do synne Than once a good dede here to