Selected quad for the lemma: city_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	call_v	great_a	place_n	10,107	5	4.1120	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18722	Churchyards challenge	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1593 (1593)	STC 5220; ESTC S104961	155,134	297

tooke the ball and stroke it at rebound Thou canst not scape quoth he then light a downe Thou art but dead thy lyfe here shalt thou lose And there withall the carle began to frowne And laid his hand vpon my leather hose Through signes he made the towne by this arose And some by warres that lately lost their good Sought to reuenge the same vpon my bloud My guide leapt vp vpon the horse I rode And flang away as fast as he could driue Downe was I halde and on my face they trode And for my robes the tormenters did striue My guide did crie O leaue him not aliue An English churle he is his tongue doth showe And gold he hath good store ful wel I know They stript me streight from dublet to my shurt Yet hose they left vntoucht as God it would No power they had to doe me further hurt For as the knife to throate they gan to hold To saue my life an vpright tale I told They hearing that laid all their weapons downe And askt me if I knewe saint Quintains towne I past therby when to the Spawe I went Quoth I and there my pasport well was viewd If that be true said one thou shalt be sent From thence in hast and so they did conclude To towne I should from sauage countrey rude So in they hey they laid me all that night Yet sought my life before the day was light But as with weedes some suffrant flower groes So in that soile a blessed man was bred Which vndertooke to keepe me from my foes And saue my life by fine deuice of head He cald me vp when they were in their bed And bad me goe with him where he thought best Least in that place full small should be my rest I followed on as he did lead the trace He brought the safe where I in surety stood Thus God through him did shewe his might and grace Which ioyde me more than all this worldly good The other sort were butchers al for bloud And daily slue such stragglars as they tooke For whome they lay and watcht in many a noke That hazard past I found more mischieues still But none so great nor none so much to feare With toyle and payne with slight of head and skil From Fraunce I came and left all mischief there Now heere what fruit my natiue soyle doth beare See what I reape and marke what I haue sowne And let my lucke through all this Land bée knowne First let mée tell how Fortune did mée call To Garnesey thoe to staie my troubled minde Where well I was although my wealth was small And long had dwelt if destny had assignde But as the ship is subiect to the winde So we must chaunge as checking chaunces falls Who tosseth men about like tennis balles This chaunce is shée some saie that leades men out And bringes them home when least they looke therefore A dallying dame that breedes both hope and doubt And makes great woundes yet seldome salues the sore Not sure on sea nor certaine on the shore A worldly witch that deales with wanton charmes For one good turne shee doth ten thousand harmes A figge for chaunce this Fortune beares no shape The people fond a name to Fortune giue Which sencelesse soules doe after shadowes gape Great GOD doth rule and sure as God doth l●u● Hée grindes the Corne and sifts the meale through s●ue And leaues the bran as refues of the flowre To worke his will and shew his mightie power Promotion comes ne from the East nor West Ne South nor North it fals from Heauen hie For God himselfe sets vp whom hee thinkes best And casts them downe whose hearts would climbe the ski● Thus earthly haps in wordlings doe not lie Wee trudge wee run we ride and breake our braine And backward come the selfe same steps againe Till time approch that God will man prefarre With labours long in vaine we beat the ayre Our destnies dwell in neyther moone nor starre Nor comfortes come from people foule nor fayre Small hope in those that sits in golden chayre Their moodes their mindes and all wee goe about Takes light from him that puts our candle out This argues now all goodnesse fréely groes From him that first made man of earthly mold And floodes of wealth into their bosome floes That clearely can his blessed will behold As sheape heardes doe kéepe safe their shéepe in fold And Gardner knowes how flowres should watred bée So God giues ayde ere man the want can sée Helpes comes not sure by hap or heads deuice Though wits of men are meanes to worke the waxe And cunning handes doe often cast the dice. All these are toyes trust vp in tinkars packes No ●lame will rise till fire bée thrust to flaxe No braunch may bud till he that made the plant With dew of grace indeede supplies the want Can earth yeeld fruit till Spring time sap doe shoe Can ayre be cleere till ●ogges and mists be fled Can seas and flouds at euery season floe Can 〈◊〉 giue life to sha●es and bodies dead Such secrets passe the reach of mans vaine head So looke to reape no corne for all our toile Till haruest come and God hath blest the soyle The potter knowes what vessaile serues his turne And therein still he powreth liquor sweete The Cooke wel notes what wood is best to burne And what conceipts is for the banket meete The Captaine markes what Souldier hath most spréete And calles that man to charge and office great When he thinkes good and seruice is in heat Dare any wight presume to take the place Of worthy charge till he thereto be cald Dare subiect brag before the Princes face Or striue with states that are in honour stauld Dare village boast with Citie strongly wauld Dare children clime till they good footing finde No al things yeelds to him that leads the mind He lifts aloft he flingeth downe as fast He giues men fame and plucks renowne away Hap doth not so for chaunce is but a blast An idle word wherewith weake people play Hap hangs and holds on hazard euery way And hazard leanes on doubt and daunger déepe That glads but few and maketh Millions weepe I vse this terme of hap in all I write As well to make the matter large and long As any cause or dram of great delight I take th●rem But here I doe you wrong To lead your cares with such a sencelesse song From hearing that I promisd haue to ende The ●are discourse the haplesse man hath pend So comming home and crept from toyle abroad With charged brest and heauy heauing hart I thought in Court my burthen to vnloade And cast away the cares of former smart But there alas my chaunce is so oreth wart I sit and sighe and fold mine armes withall And in old griefes afresh begin to fal Yea there where most my hope and haunt hath bin Where yeares and dayes I spent vpon the stocke And