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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	child_n	father_n	put_v	5,228	5	5.8876	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16741	A diuine poeme diuided into two partes: the rauisht soule, and the blessed vveeper. Compiled by Nicholas Breton, Gentle-man.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3648; ESTC S104780	13,485	48

desir'd For heauenly grounds of graces confirmation And God himselfe so neere himselfe will set you In graces seate where mercy so will loue you That faiths regard will neuer more forget you Nor ●inne nor death nor deuill shall remoue yo● But where the Saints and Angels are reciting The heau'nly trueth of high I●houahs story Your rauisht soule in such diuine ●●diting Shall euermore be singing of his ●lory To the assured hope of which high grace In humble prayer let my poore humble penne In your good fauour begge that blessed place Where my poore heart may happ'ly say Amen Gloria in excelsis Deo The blessed Weeper MY thoughts amaz'd I knowe not how of late Halfe in a slumber and more halfe a sleepe My troubled senses at a strange debate VVhat kind of care should most my spirit keepe Me thought I sawe a silly woman weepe And with her weeping as it seem'd so pleas'd As if her heart had with her teares beene eas'd The place neere which she sate was like a graue But all vncouer'd and the bodie gone VVhere in her care she nothinge seem'd to craue But that stolne bodie how to looke vpon VVhen weeping so appear'd to her anon Two blessed Angels and one Lord of blisse VVho came to comfort this poore wretch of his But ere they came how she in bitter teares Bewail'd the losse or lacke of her de●re loue As to her words my vision witnesse beares And my remembrance may for truth approoue The whole discourse her passions seem'd to moue In hearts deepe griefe soules high ●oy conceiued Was as I write were not my thoughts deceiued If euer sorrow in a sin●ers hart Liud ' to distill those droppes of bitter teares That to the world in passions can impart Part of that paine the troubled spirit beares Smoothring the woes wherein all pleasure weares Oh let her shewe the deepest of her skill In drawing out the essence of mine ill The losse of health the heart may somewhat craze The losse of wealth distemper may the minde The losse of honou● is a fearefull Maze The losse of freends a care of greeuous kinde But all these woes vpon one heart to winde Were much to thinke but much more to beleeue How it could liue whom farre more Crosses greeue But from the bagge of naked pouertie To haue more wealth then all the world can giue And from the care of all calamitie In all the comfort of content to liue Where settled ioy all greefe away doth driue And sodenly growe sicke and poore againe Who c●n conceiue the plague of such a paine I wretched I the out-cast of all grace And banisht for my sinne from heauenly blisse I that to Hell did headlong runne my race Not caring how my soule was led amisse While I was cosoned by the Serpents hisse I Caitiffe wretch of all the world the worst By sinnes iust doome ●o endlesse sorrow curst I wretched soule whome sinne had bared so As left me naked of all Natures grace I sinke of sinne and also full of woe As knew not how in heauen to haue a place And in the depth of all this desperate case To be relieu'd and cloth'd grac't and belou'd And on the sodaine from all these remou'd To lose the Vesture of that vertues grace That cloth'd my naked soule asham'd of sinne To lose the beautie of that blessed face Where mercies loue did comforts life beginne To lose the ioyes that heauens were glad to winne To lose the life of such a louely Freend Oh let me weepe and neuer make an end The child that hath his Father deerely louing Who sees his faults and greatly doth abhorre them Yet so from wrath will haue his thoughts remoouing As he will neither checke nor chide him for them But puts them backe while pitie standes before them And doth not onely all his faults forgiue But makes him kindely in his grace to liue That happie Child that in his heart hath felt The blessed life of such a Fathers loue Thinke how his heart must needes in sorrow melt That must the losse of such a Father prooue And curse the death doth such a life remooue And as a Creature in all comforts freendlesse Bleede out his time in teares of sor●ow endlesse That wicked Child of too much ill am I That had a Father held me all too deere Who from my sinnes did turne his angrie eye And on my sorrow shew'd a smyling cheere And to his grace did take my soule so neere As when asham'd to come his face before He sayd but this Take heede thou sinne no more My sinnes forgiuen what ioy my soule receiu'd None can expresse but the repentant heart Nor can that sorrow euer be conceiu'd To see that Father from that Child depart But in that soule that in the bitter smart Of the true feeling of that Fathers loue Had rather death then his departure prooue The carelesse Seruant that the goods misspends Which his kinde Maister to his trust committ●●● And his neat house to Theeues and Varlets lends And cares for nought but what his humour fitteth That gracious Lord that all such faults remittteth And in his goodnesse doth so deerely loue him That from his fauour nothing shall remooue him So ●ll a Seruant that doth finde the loue Of such a Lord as neuer like was found And in the midst of all his ioy must prooue The death to see his comfort all a ground His blessed Lord by Theeues and Varlets bound Scoft scourg'd beaten sorrowing sighing dying How can that Seruant cease continuall crying That wicked Seruant w●etched wretch am I That louing Maister was my liuing Lord Whose gratious giftes abus'd vngratiously VVhose house my soule fowle spirits laide aboard Fild full of sinnes of graces all abhord Yet for all this and all that I ●ould doe My Lord forgaue me and did loue me too He cleans'd my soule from all my filthy sinne And with my teares did wash it cleane againe Draue out the Feends and kindly entred in With grace to heale that sorrow would haue slaine And in his loue did so my teares retaine That euerie droppe that fell vpon his feete Vnto my soule did giue a heauenly ●weet Now such a Maister as was neuer such So good vnto a Seruant none so ill So much abus'd abuses oh too much A cursed crue to worke their hellish will Like rauening VVoolues a silly Lambe to kill Foule darkenesse so to gouerne ouer light VVho would not weepe to death at such a sight A sorrie Sister that hath such a brother As for her loue would venter losse of life And her vnkindnesse so in kindnesse smother As twixt their lo●es should kill all cause of strife Though her ill course were his hearts cutting knife To see that brother lose his liuing breath How can that Sister choose but weepe to death That Sister I that brother was my Lord VVho in his loue laide downe his life for me VVhose death oh C●osse of crosses to record

Study not Astronomy Least to darkenesse turne thy light But tha● high Diuinitie Where the day hath neuer night There finde out that worke of worth That may bring thy wonder forth In the teares of true contrition Think on Mercies blessednes And in care of loues condition Of perfections holinesse Then in notes of Graces glory Make the state of all thy story Il Christiano al honore di Christo. BEfore there was a light there was a light Which saw the world the world could neuer see From which the world receiues his brightest sight Yet cannot see what brightnesse there may be From this faire light there came a liuing loue A loue which giues the liuing all their seeing And in the life of all th●ir seeing prooue The onely essence of their onely being From this bright loue there came a liuing word A word that doeth in wisedome signifie What heauen and earth in wonder can afford Is but in life this loue to dignifie For in this Word was that Almightie power Which was before that power was euer named Begun before the first beginning houre Framing each substance that was euer framed And in that word that onely wisedome dwelleth That onely knowes what onely may be knowne And in that knowle●ge knowledge all excelleth Because it knowes all knowledge is his owne This worthy word of wisedomes wonderment To giue some notice of his powerfull nature In wisedome made his will an instrument To shew himselfe vnto his silly creature This holy essence of the Deitie In Virgins wombe did take the vaile of flesh Bringing the dewe of blessed charitie Our withring spirits sweetly to refresh This highest height of heauenly Maiestie This word of wisedomes gracious glorious loue Inuested in all vertues vnitie That perfect God and perfect man approue From the sweet bosome of his Fathers brest Eternall Babe of all eternall blisse All blessed babe that made the mother ble●t By that sweet blessed holy loue of his From the high Throne of heau'nly glories seate Vnto this world this worthlesse world descended With their crosse spirits kindely to intreat For their owne good that highly him offended This blessed Infant of Eternitie And onely glorious Essence of the same By the cleare light of his all-seeing eye Beholding all things all so out of frame Vnto his seruants to make knowne his loue And to redeeme what lacke of loue had lost In tender age and elder yeeres did prooue How patience care might be in passions crost When first sweet Infant in the mothers armes Fed with the milke of pure Virginitie How did he scape the Tyrant Herods harmes That little knew of his Diuinitie But Oh when first his presence sweet appear'd Vnto the silly shepheards in the field With how much ioy were all their spirits chear'd Whose humble eyes his heauenly face beheld While in the heauens the Angels sung for ioy That peace by him vnto the world was come By him who should both death and hell destroy And be the Sauiour of his Chosen summe The Virgin mother ioyed in her childe And in her ioy did call her sonne her Sauiour Whose gracious spirit in her countenance milde Did shew the blessing of her meeke behauiou● Oh blessed Sonne the Fathers best belou'd In whom he all and onely did delight How many wayes his workes in wonder proou'd He held the scepter of his Fathers right In simplenesse all harmelesse as the Doue In learning putting all the Doctours downe In power the hand of highest heau'ns behoue In state the king of kings in glories crowne In patience the true proofe of su●●erance In truth the touch-stone of all vertues trialll In loue director of lifes ordinance In life the hande of the eternall Diall In charitie the giuer of all good In bountie the bestower of all blisse In mercie faithes eternall blessed food In grace the guide that cannot leade amisse In wisedome founder of all wit and sense In will the worker of all wonders worth In essence all the Summe of excellence In all that good that bringes all glorie forth This essence all incomprehensible Yet willing in his mer●ies to be knowne That glorie might not be offensible That in a shadowe onely should be showne First in the time of feeble Infancie When natures weaknesse fled a feared force Then in the yeeres of Reasons constancie When gratious mercie gloried in Remorse Came to the worlde to call the worlde to come Vnto his Call that had the heauens at Call Healing the sicke the blinde lame deafe and dumme And rais'd them vp that readie were to fall Contented with the badge of pouertie Who might commaund both heauen and earth at wil Lodg'd in a manger in humilitie Who in himselfe both heauen and earth did fill Threatned with death who was the life of life Sought to be slaine who was the death of death The ground of peace yet with the world at strife And suffred death yet gaue the liuing breath Seeke heauen and earth and finde out such another So might command and so would be commanded Who was our King yet would become our brother Might strike all dumbe and yet wold be demanded VVould leaue such pleasure and endure such paine And for their liues that crucified his loue VVith losse of life to make their liuing gaine That prooued Turkies to their Turtle-doue VVho euer crau'd his help and was denied VVho loued him so but left him at his death VVho euer fail'd whose faith on him relied Yet who for him would spare one fauours breath Oh Lord what madnesse could be more in men Then when they knew the trueth to make a doubt And long in darkenesse hauing light euen then To blinde themselues to put the candle out And blessed women that his death bewailed While hearts deepe griefe found comforts high perfection When passions teares so much with loue preuailed As first to them reueal'd his resurrection The mother wept to see her sonne so vsed The sinner wept to see her Sauiour dying The cousin wept to see her kin abused All for his death fell to a deadly crying The Sunne eclipst the day did loose his light And stones did rise against their makers foes The Temple rent the people were affright And from the graues the troubled spirits rose All these were tokens of his holy trueth To make men know how they were woe begon them But gracelesse spirits voyd of gracious ruth Ventred to take the guiltlesse blood vpo● them Here then behold th● m●iestie of blisse That pray'd for them that pre●'d vpon him so Content with all might come to him amisse So his with him might to their comfort goe His life the Lantherne of eternall light His death the p●●●age ●o eternall rest His grace ●h●●●rke of the most blessed sight His loue the life of the eternall bl●st His miracles the witnesse of his power His Sacraments remembrance of his loue His resurrection his triumphant houre And his Ascension Angels ioyes aboue His trauaile all to bring our soules to rest