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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	adam_n	sin_n	transgression_n	6,929	5	10.8054	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17048	Saint Peters path to the ioyes of heauen wherein is described the frailtie of flesh, the power of the spirit, the labyrinth of this life, Sathans subtilitie, and the soules saluation. As also the election, liues and martyrdomes, of the twelue Apostles. By W.B.; Saint Peters path to the joyes of heaven.	Broxup, William.	1598 (1598)	STC 3921; ESTC S116865	25,793	61

Could I so kind and louing Lord forget That in my wants my neede supplied euer Carefull he was in paying my due debt My wiues sicke mother heal'd he of a feuer When I lackt coyne great Caesars right to pay A fish he forc't to bring me some straightway To grace me with a blest Apostles right Three times he charg'd me for to feed his sheepe But I false wretch did disobey him quight His flocke from harme I had no care to keepe Oh how could I to them a Pastor be When I my selfe did stray so grieuouslie Yet was his gracious fauour such to me He tooke me vp into the mountaine hie His Transfiguration for to see Which then appear'd in mightie Maiestie Where Moses and Elias both did walke And with out blessed Sauiour fell in talke Bright as the Sunne in chiefest of his pride So did the glory of his face appeare His seamelesse garments shin'de on euery side Like to the light when it is found most cleare All this and more did I behold and see Yet fearelesse fell to foule iniquitie Who would against this blessed God offend Who durst a Iudge so mightie quite denie Who would not feare and learne his life to mend Sith such a Lord his secrets can discrie Who would not mon'th day minute time and hower Yea alwayes dread his Iustice might and power Yet I transgrest against this Prince of might Whose Maiestie sits in a glorious Throne His eyes like fire shining pure and bright His face more cleere then any precious stone Angels and Saints attend in his presence Thrones Prophets Powers Martyrs Innocents Sweete Lorde with fauour measure my offence Let true repentance counteruaile thine ire Let teares appease where trespasse doth incense Let pitie moue let humble hope desire Lord scourge me not according to desart Let sinners see how mercifull thou art The holy feast of Easter drawing nie Vnto Ierusalem would my Sauiour goe Shewing to vs what death he was to die As holy Prophets often did foreshow That he thereby might saue from death and hell The soule of man which by transgression fell Thus Adams trespasse brought a scourging rod His poore successors to torment for sinne Which pluckt from pleasure th' Image of our God See what destruction Adam did beginne His fall brought sinne and sinne did death require Sinne drown'd the world and Sodom set on fire Ah wretched Eue that first procur'd this strife By tasting of the Tree both good and ill Which brought to vs a wofull labouring life With sweating face the barren earth to till For which offence the holy Godhead said Returne to earth whereof thou first wast made For this foule fact mans soule was damn'd to hell And nothing could appease Gods wrathfull ire But his Sonnes blood whom he belou'd so well Who for our sakes did shamefull death desire We did transgresse and he did suffer smart But then this knowledge was not in my heart Wherefore when I did vnderstand and heare That Christ to faire Ierusalem would goe The Scribes and Elders I did greatly feare Which sutly sought his life to ouerthrow Then did I take my Lord aside and say Looke to thy selfe Lord shun this bainfull way But my rash zeale full sore my God offended Who cald me Sathan laying to my charge I fauour'd not his holy will intended But like a flatrer slipt my wordes at large False fainting zeale shadow'd with good pretence No vayle can hide the shame of my offence Now marke the sorrow that I shall vnfold When he to faire Ierusalem was come The traytor Iudas his good Master sold For thirtie pence God wot a slender summe Which damned deed although he sought to hide Christ knew ful well by whom all hearts are tride Then when he had his blessed Supperended Vp to mount Oliuet did he sadly goe And we vpon our heauenly Master tended In whose sad soule deaths sorrow then did grow Who said to vs when he the hill ascended All you this night through me shall be offended For it is written and it shall be so I'le smite the Shepheard on the fertile plaine Then all his flocke shall scatter to and fro But when from vanquisht death I rise againe By mighty power and heauenly deitie I'le walke before you into Galile But hereupon this answere I did make And freely spoke what I in heart intended My Lord and Master will I not forsake Though all the world with thee should be offended But Iesus said Before the cocke crow twice This night for feare thou wilt deny me thrice Vpon these wordes I did my speeches double And told my Lord what euer came of me I would not shrinke for any worldly trouble Respecting not inforc't calamitie In all disgraces Peter first will die A lingring death ere he his Lord denie Then went my Lord himselfe alone to pray With heauy heart and layd him on the earth Who said to vs VVatch you a while and stay For my sed Soule is heauie to the death But while he sweat cold water mixt with blood We carelesse slept and did no other good Three times came Christ and found vs fast asleepe While he attended Iudas spitefull howre To thinke thereon it makes my heart to weepe Christ tasting then a bitter bleeding showre Thus lay we carelesse while his care increast We slept and he in praying neuer ceast What drowsie drones were we that had no power On Gethseman to watch a little space Ah could not we forbeare one sleeping hower While Christ lay praying with a watrie face Whose Agony that time was found so great That he all ouer bath'd in bloody sweat Then came our Sauiour vnto vs and said Sleepe now henceforth and euer take your rest The hower is at hand the plot is laid That wretched sinners must haue their request Arise arise so drowsie doe not stand I shall be tooke the traytour is at hand Our Sauiour had these wordes no sooner spoken But Iudas came with others very strong The Traytour gaue a kisse which was the token Betraid my Lord so tooke they him along O Sinne of sinnes what falsehood worse then this To harbour Treason in a trothlesse kisse My Sauiour thus abus'de I banisht feare At this lewd troope I straight drew out my sword And smiting Malcus I cut off his eare For which my Christ gaue me a checking word Then leading him away on my reproofe With lingring steps I follow'd him aloofe Oh Coward here thy hollow heart beginnes I follow'd in the darke as all vnknowne Which doth encrease my great and grieuous sinnes In Calender of shame my name is showne I that erewhile such mightie brags did make With pale-fac't feare did now begin to shake False hearted man and full of wicked ill Into the court of Caiphas did I goe And warm'd me there while cold my heart did kill Coldnesse of faith the roote of all my woe O wretch of all men well deseruing hate For buying fire at such a damned rate There came

pittie when The bloody streames from his goard sides did sinke The Souldiers Speare was the registring pen His precious blood was made the staining inke Whereby he did Heauens blisse to vs reueale And Consummatum est was his true seale Why should I cease posterities to tell That Christ alone did worke our exaltation He raisde vs vp that by transgression fell And suffered death with great humiliation To plucke vs from the plunging pit of sin Or else we had in darkenes euer bin Stricken he was and thereby were we healed And by his death he brought vs lasting life In his faire hands our foule offence was sealed That so we might be freede from Sathans strife Our hatefull sinnes these bitter torments vrged But by his blood our sinnes had ne'r been purged Take heede detest abhorre flie sinne amaine Which brought our Lord to his most dolefull death And sith his wounds are now made whole againe Doe not renew them by sin-poysning breath O doe not mocke and offer him a teede Rub not his woundes afresh to make them bleede Now he is crowned with eternall glorie And high installed in a heauenly Throne Plucke him not downe but for thy sinne be sorie Least like the Iewes thou sealest him in stone He doth more grieue at one poore sinners losse Then all the panges he suffered on the crosse The pricking Thornes that gorde his holy head Was sure our sinnes the nailes our sinnes also That pierst his hands and feete till he was dead Our sinnes the speare that made the blood to flow Our sins were those y t whipt him with such strife Our sins the Crosse that tooke away his life If Mary mourned for our sweete Messias For Beniamin if Rachel did lament If Isreal wept for their good King Iosias If flintie stones at Christs death did rent Then may we rent our hearts and weepe as much That for our sinnes Christs torment should be such O be thou earnest to subdue thy sinne And striue with God till he haue blessed thee As Iacob did so he his wish did winne Of Iacobs race if thou wilt counted bee In faithfull sort he did Gods fauour seeke Wrestling by praier and submission meeke The Ostridge wilde with swift wings cannot flie But lifts his body vp when he doth run Pricking himselfe with spurres faster to hie And so his present danger doth he shun So pricke your hearts and run from sinne amaine The deadly danger of eternall paine Looke sinfull soule and looking view thy fill Marke in mans bodie how the Artiers runne Beating the veines and neuer stand they still Least that the blood should grow corrupt and num So beate thy hart with praying neuer cease Least corrupt sinne doth more and more increase And pray that thou maist see his glorious face Who is the ioy of Angels and of Saints He giues rewarde to them that asketh grace They shall obtaine the blisse that neuer faints Who euer shall be safe from all anoy Crownde with true honor and eternall ioy Blest is that soule which hath truely warded Where Saints are Clarkes and Iesus is the Iudge Angels the Iurie Innocence the Verdit Where is no fees nor cause of any grudge Who would not shedde whole floods of teares awhile Which afterward might haue such cause to smile Esteeme the worth of true heart-grieued teares Obtayning mercy at Gods sacred seat And pleading pardon in his gracious eares Repentance true doth hide offences great Teares tye the tongue of an accusers grudge Softning the rigour of seuerest Iudge Teares like true Aduocates won my Lords loue By teares first did I fly from sinne to grace By teares I did my Christ to mercy moue By teares being washt Christ did my soule imbrace By teares great plagues the Niniuites did preuent At Ionas preaching when they did lament These weeping teares did quench Gods kindled ire Appeasde his furie winning heauens blisse Procur'd Gods grace purchast my soules desire Whereas the spring of life eternall is Then Christ by grace I found my harts direction Who then instal'd my soule with true perfection Perfection pure where springes of mercie rise Whereas the crowne of life is free from feare Where the cheer's ioy a Kingdome is the prize Saints faithfull subiects Angels are the queare Where Gods temple the Lambe of glorious light Is guarded in his Throne with Angels bright Bright is his Glorie as the purest Sunne Where company of Saints thou shalt enioy Receipt of a Diadem thy soule hath wonne Where lifes fee simple suffers no annoy Ioyfull Receipt where soules are not distressed But liue in pleasure and are euer blessed Blessed ô thrice ten times blessed are they Attaining ioy of heauen with mournfull teares Wher's life without impeachment or decay Where soules are setled free from former feares O happie soule thrice happie there to dwell Where ioy passeth conceit for tongue to tell Sweete Iesus take my soule into that place Which I so long time longed for to see Where I may view my Lords illustrate face And laud the greatnesse of thy Maiestie O ioy of ioyes O pure celestiall sight Where mercy shines with sweet aboundant light O sinfull man thinke on this blessed fruite Which true repentance to thy soule doth bring Cease not to pray till God doth graunt thy suite Peccaui crie with Dauid royall King Harts true contrition is soules blisse beginner Heauen ioyes to see a true conuerted sinner While sorrow sits with mone and casts her count While woe and miserie brings their muses thither To nurse thy griefes in numbers that amount Vse sighes in lieu of teares and sobs togither By sighes and grones rue thy distresses deepe When dried eyes denies thee teares to weepe The Lord will sure accept thy inward cries When faith with loue on spotlesse Christ is plaste Thy hart may weepe though dried be thy eies For Adams sighes and grones the Lord imbraste For when she vsde nor words nor weeping teares God said why cri'st thou thus within my eares Our wretched mindes besiegde with fruitles toyes Inchainde in sinne and trained vnto thrall In errors lap lies luld with brittle ioyes Till griefe doth ring the ruine of our fall Which wounds our soules with inward bleeding sores That stept in danger of deaths fatall dores From woe sinne and sorrow shall we ne'r be free Till death to our acquittance sets his hand Nor receiue the charter of eternitie Till our soules present at the sealing stand But when death comes to put his pen to write None knowes the day the time the houre or night Consider well all mortall flesh is grasse The beautie thereof fadeth like a floure All things are vaine we seeke to bring to passe Suretie of life no creature hath one houre Then place thy soule to please the Lord of light So shalt thou liue for euer in his sight This life is like the seasons of the yeare A haruest that abides the reapers will Some in the seede the blade some in the eare Is blasted