Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	king_n	law_n	lord_n	4,135	5	3.8427	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10610	The remors of conscyence here begynneth certayne demonstracyons by our lorde to all synfull persones with the remors of mannes conscyence to the regarde of the bounte of our lorde.	Lichfield, William, d. 1448.	1534 (1534)	STC 20882; ESTC S105052	8,728	26

¶ The remors of conscyence ¶ Here begynneth certayne demonstracyons by our lorde to all synfull persones with the Remors of mannes conscyence to the regarde of the bounte of our lorde Deus OVr gracyous god moost in magnyfycēce His mercyful eyen casteth frō heuē on hi Seynge his creatures in deedly vyolence Hym selfe complayneth by pyte full rutfully Sayenge o man deuoyde of intellygence Open thyne eeres vnto my call and crye And tell me yf I haue done to the offence That thou forsakest my wyllyngly Man suche a loue to the I dyde take This world in seuen dayes whā I it wrought Thou was the laste thynge that I dyd make Bycause I wolde thou wanted nought What thynge the myght helpe dyd not lake That at thy nede yf it were sought Fowle fysshe all thynge for thy sake For thy comforte all was forth brought Moreouer I gaue the that dygnyte All beestes to bowe the vntyll I made the also lyke vnto me And gaue the connynge and freewyll Me to serue that thou sholde se To chose the good and leue the yll I aske nothynge agayne of the But loue thy souerayne as it is skyll But vnto this takest thou none entente Thou tournest fro me full vnkyndly On loues vnlefull thy loue is lente Thy herte beholdeth not heuen so hye For all the goodes I haue the sente The lysteth not ones to saye gramercye In tyme to come or thou repente Man make amendes or that thou dye Homo A crysten soule conceyued in synne Receyued in conscyence thus complanynge He fell downe flatte with delefull dynne And sayd lorde mercy souerayne kynge A moost vnkynde Wretche of man kynne I knowe I am thy traytour vntrue in my lyuynge This wycked lyfe that I lyue in I may it nought hyde frome thy knowynge I want wordes and also wytte Of thy kyndnesse to speke a cause That I haue thou gaue me it Of thy goodnes withouten cause Thoughe I haue greued the and do yet Thy benefaytes thou nought withdrawse I haue deserued to haue hell pytte So haue I lyued ayenst thy lawse But lorde thou knowest mannes feblenesse How frayle it is and hath ben aye For thoughe the soule haue thy lykenesse Man is but fulsome erthe and claye In synne conceyued and wretchednesse And to the soule rebell alwaye Fyrst a man groweth as dooth gresse And he wasteth after as floures or haye Syth man is than so frayle a thynge And thy power so grete in kynde This worlde is but a twynkelynge Thou mayst destroye the myght of the fynde With thy ryght lorde mercy mynge And to my sore salue thou fende Sore me repenteth of my myslyuynge Mercy lorde I wyll amende Deus Man I gaue the bodyly hele That thou sholde it spende in my seruyce Fayrenes also and fetures fele Man what doost thou with all thyse Thou with delytes of the deuyll doost dele Whiche is to me a great despyse Thou lyuest a lecherous lyfe vnlele Fro yere to yere thou lyst not ryse Thou studyest after nyce araye And makest great cost on thy clothynge To make the semely as who sholde saye Thou coudest amende my makynge Thou purposed the daye by daye To set my people in synnynge Thy wretched wyll thou folowest alwaye What ende synne hathe y u thynkest nothynge In Noes tyme bycause of synne And for lecherye in especyall What vengeaūce came than to mānes kynne Saue .viij. persones drowned were all On Sodome and Gomor and the men wtin How I made fyre and brymstone fall Fro heuen on them that bode therin for synne were destroyed bothe great small Man wenest thou my myght be lesse Than it was than or that elles I Thou hast no as moche wyckdnesse As whan I smote the moost pyteously But yf thou wyll thy fautes redresse Thought I now spare for my mercy Man thynke on my ryghtwysnesse And make amendes or that thou dye Homo I wote well lorde ryght full thou arte And that synne must be punysshed nede But one thynge holdeth in hope my herte Thy mercy passeth my mysdede I know well that I may not sterte I haue so done me ought to drede With beaute and with bodely quarte To serue the I haue taken no hede I haue my spende my yonge age In synne and wantonnesse also To serue god slowe and loued to rage A gloton a lechour I was bothe two I am worth none other wage But for to dwell in endlesse woo Alas why haue I ben outrage And serued the fende that is my foo But lorde in holy wryte rede we That thou forsakest no wretched wyght That leueth his synne and tourneth to the And to tourne to the haue I hyght Full proude and rebell haue I bene But now I take me to thy myght From hens forwarde to be clene Ayenst myn owne flesshe to fyght My flesshe to feble I wyll fast My bones to trauayle and to tene And through thy grace I am not agast What sore and sekenesse on me sene To suffre whyle my lyfe may last For vtterly I wyll attende To punysshe that I haue trespast Mercy Iesu I wyll amende Deus Man I haue sent the syluer and golde And all thy welth within thy wone To susteyne the and thy housholde And also other many one Thou myght haue holpen yonge and olde That ben deseased and woo begone My seruauntes suffred bothe hungre colde Relefe of the yet haue they none If thou gyue for my loue a farthynge Thou doost it with an heuy herte In almesse thou gyuest no thynge For drede thou fall in pouerte In flesshely lust and worldly lykynge What euer thou wastest mery thou arte Of suche I wyll haue a rekenynge At domes daye thou shalte not astarte Than shalte thou gyue a countes full streyte How thou comest by thy good eche dele Whether with trouth or with deceyte And how thou spende it yll or we le None other grace thou after wayte As thou hast wrought so shalte thou fele What shall than profyte thy good in plate Or poundes that thou of the people pele A clene conscyence shall that daye More profyte the and more set by Than all the goodes or the monaye Than euer was vnder heuen or skye It wyll neuer helpe to plete nor praye For as ryghtwyse than deme wyll I And therfore man whyles thou maye Make amendes or that thou dye Homo I wote well lorde fro yere to yere Full greatly greued I the haue That I wolde nor they mercy were My mothers wombe had be my graue For what profyteth my lyuynge here But afterwarde I sholde be saue But Ihesu as thou bought me dere Leue not my soule in hell caue My waste expense I wyll withdrawe For waste well called maye it be For it was spended my boost to lawe My name to bere on londe and se Well I wote me there not trowe Thoughe many a man of my countre If they me mette they dyd me not knowe Nor neuer yet herde speke of me Falsly I haue wrought as