Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	church_n	lord_n	zion_n	118	3	9.2112	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15968	Certayne psalmes chosen out of the psalter of Dauid, commonlye called the .vii. penytentiall psalmes, drawen into englyshe meter by Sir Thomas Wyat knyght, wherunto is added a prolage of [the] auctore before euery psalme, very pleasau[n]t [and] profettable to the godly reader; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Wyatt.	Wyatt, Thomas, Sir, 1503?-1542.; Harington, John, d. 1582.	1549 (1549)	STC 2726; ESTC S111727	13,698	74

very force of mynde Cleued to the fleshe and from y e spirite were fledde As desperate thy mercye for to fynde So made I am the soden pellycane And lyke the owle that flyeth by proper kynde Lyght of the day and hath herself betane To ruyne lyfe oute of all companye Wyth waker care that w t this woo beganne Lyke thee sparrowe was I Solytarye That syttes alone vnder y â— houses â—aues This whyle my foes conspyred contynually And dyd prouoke the harme of my dysease Wherefore lyke ashes my bread dyd me sauor Of thy iust word the tast might not me please Wherfore my drinke I tempered wyth lycor Of wepynge teares that from myne eyes dyd rayne Because I knowe the wrath of thy furour Prouoked by ryghte had of my pryde dysdayne For thou dyddest lyfte me vp to throwe me downe To teache me howe to know my selfe agayne Wherby I knowe that helpeles I shuld drowne My dayes lâ—ke shadow declyne and I doo crye Aâ—d the foreuer eternitiâ— dothe drowne Worlde wythoute ende dothe last thy memory For thys frayltie that yoketh al man kynde Thou shalt awake and rue this myserye Rue on Syon Syon that as I fynde Is thee people that lyue vnder the lawe For now is tyme the tyme at haÌ„de assynde The tyme so longâ— that thy seruauntes drawe In greate desyre to se that pleasaunte daye Daye of redemynge Syon froÌ„ synnes awe For they haue Ruthe to see in suche decaye In duste and sâ—ones thys wretched Syon lore Then the gentiles shall dreade thy name alwaye All earthely kynges thy glorye shall honour Then when thy grace thy SyoÌ„ thus redemeth When thus thou hast declared thy myghtie power The lorde his seruauntes wysshes and so estemeth That hym turnethe vnto y â— power request To our dyscente this to be written semeth Of all compfortes as consolacyon beste And they that then shal be regenerate Shall prayse the Lord therfore bothe moste and leste For he hath loked from the high of hys estate The Lord from heaueâ— â—n eâ—rth hath loked on vs To heare thee mone of them that are algate In soche bondage to lose and oâ— discus The sonnes of death oute frome theyr deadlye bonde Too gyue thereby occasion glorious In thys Syon thys holye name to stonde And in Ierusalem hys laudâ—s lastynge aye When in one churche thee people of the lande And realmes ben gathered to sâ—rue to laude to praye The Lorde that is aboue so iusâ—e and mercyfull But these feble runninge in thee waye My strength fayleth to reache it at the full He hath abredged my dayes they â—re not sure To se that terme that tyme so wonderfull All though I haue with hart wil and cure Prayed to the Lorde take me not awaye In the middes of my yeares thoughe thyne euâ—r sure Remayne eteâ—â—e whom tyme can not decaye Thou wroughteste the earthe thy handes the heauens dyd make They shall perysshe thou shalt laste alwaye And all thynges aye shall were and ouertake Lyke clothe and thou shalt chaunge theÌ„ lyke apparell Tourne and translate and they in worthe it take But thou thy selfe thy selfe remayneste hole That thou was erste and shall thy yeare extende Then seâ—s to thys there maye nothynge rebelle The greateste compforte that I can pretende Is that the chyldren of thy seruauntes deare That in the world are gotte shall wythoute ende Before thy face be stablyshed all in feare The Auctor WHen Dauid hadde perceaued in hys breste The spyryte of God retourne that was exyled Because he knewe he hath alone expreste These greate thynges that greaâ—er spyryte compyled As shawme or pipe lett es out the sounde impreste By musyke arte forged to fore fyled I saye when Dauid hadde perceaued that I wys The spirite of compforte in hym reuyued is âœš For ther vpon he maketh argumente Of reconsylyng vnto the Lordes grace Al thoughe somtyme to prophecy hathe lente Bothe brute beastes and wycked hartes a place But oure Dauid iudgeth in hys entente Hym selfe by penaunce cleane oute of thys case Whereby he hathe remissyon of offence And begynneth to alowe hys payne and penitence â˜ž But whâ—n he weytâ— the faâ—â—â— and recompense He dampneth hys dede and fyndeth playne Attwene them two no what equiualence Whereby he takethe all outwarde dedes in vayne To beare the name of ryghtfull penitence Whych is alone the harte returned agayne And sore contryte hart that doth his faulte bemone And outward dede the synne or â—â—â—te alone âœš Wyth thys he dothe defende the slye assaulte Of vayne aloweance of hys owne deserte And all the glorye of hys forgeuen faulte To God alone he dothe it hole conuerte Hys owne meryte he fyndeth in defaulte And whyles he pondered these thingâ—s in hys harte Hys knee hys arme hys hande susteyned hys chinne When he hys songe agayne thus dyd begynne Deprofundis clamaui ad te domine FRom depth of synne from depe dispayre FroÌ„ depth of deeth froÌ„ depth of hartâ—s sorowe FroÌ„ this depe caue of darkenâ—s depe repayre The haue I called O Lorde to be my borowe Thou in my voyce O Lorde perceaue and heare My harte my hope my playnte my ouerthrowe My wyll to ryse and let by graunt appeare That to my voyce tâ—yne â—â—â—es do well attende No place so farre that to the is not neare Noo depthe so depe that thou ne maysâ—e extende Thyne eare settâ— therto heare theÌ„ my wofull playnte For Lord yf thou doo obserue what men doo offende And putte the natyue mercye in restreynte Yf iuste exactyon demaunde recompence Who maye endure O Lorde who shall not faynte At soche accompte dede and no reuerence Shoulde so runne at large but thou sekest rather loue For in thy hande is mercyes resydence By hope wherâ—of thou doeste oure hartes moue I in the Lorde haue sette my confydence My soule soche trueth dothe â—uermore approue Thy holye worde of eterne excâ—llâ—nce Thy mercyes promyse â— that is all waâ—e iuâ—â—e Haue bâ—n my staye my piller and prâ—tâ—nce My soule in Godâ— hathâ— morâ— desyrous â—ruâ—â— Then haâ—h tâ—e waâ—â—â—mâ—â— loking for ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ By ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ â—â—pe ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ Foâ— grâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—uor â—re hys prâ—petâ—â—â— Plâ—â—â—eouâ—â—â—ansomeâ— shall comâ— wyth hym I â—aâ—â— And shall redeme all oure iniquitie The Auctor THys worde redeme that in his mouthe dyd sounde Dyd putte Dauid it semeth vnto me As in a traunce to stare vppon thee gâ—ounde And wyth hys thoughte the hyghte of heauen to see Where he beholdes thee worde that shulde confounde The worde of death by humilite here to be In mortall mayde in mortal habite made Eternallye in mortall vayle too shade â˜ž He seyth that worde wheÌ„ ful rype tyme shulde come Doo awaye that vayle by feruente affâ—ction Tourne of wyth deathe for deathe shulde haue her dome And lepeth lyghter frome soche corruption The glute of lyghte that in the ayre dothe lome Man redemeth death hathe hâ—r destruction That mortall vayleâ— hathe immortalytâ—e Too Dauid assuraunce of hys iniquitie â˜ž Wherby he frames thys reason in hys harte That goodnes whych doth not forbeare hys sonne From dâ—ath for mâ—â— and can therby conuerte My death to lyfâ—â— mâ— synne to saluation Bothe can and wyll a smaller gracâ— departe To hym that sueth by humble supplication And syns I haue thys larger grace assayde To aske thys thinge why am I theÌ„ affrayde â˜ž He graunteth moste to them that moste do craue And he delyghtes in suit wythoute râ—â—pâ—cte Alas my sonne puâ—sues me to the graue Suffered by God my synnes for to â—orrâ—câ—e Buâ— of my synnes syns I may pardon hauâ— My sonnes suyte shall shortelye be reiecâ—e Then wyll I craue wyth sute confydence And thus bâ—gynne the sucte of hys pretence Domine â—xâ—â—di orationem meam HEarâ— my prayer o lord heare my requeste Complyshe my bone supply thou my desyreâ— Not for my desert but for thyne owne behest In whose firme truth thou promist myne empyre To stande stable and after thy iustyce Performe oâ— Lorde that thynge that I requyre But of law after the forme and guise To enter iudgement wythe thee thrall bonde slaue To plede hys right for in soch maner wyse Before thy syghte noo man hys ryghte shall saue For oâ— my self lo thys my righteousnesse By scorge and whyppe and priekynge spurrâ—s I haue Scant ryseÌ„ vp such is my beasâ— lynes For that myne enemyes hath put sued my lyfe And in the duste hathe soyled my lustynes Forreynâ— râ—almes to flâ—â— hys rage â—o ryâ—e Be hathâ— ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ hyde my ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ And for bycausâ— ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ at stâ—yâ—e My harâ—e ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ â—orce warâ—sâ—â—â—â— I had recoueâ—â—â— to ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ paste And dyd remembâ—â— tâ—â—â—eaâ—â—s in al my drede And dyd peruâ—eâ— thy â—orâ—kâ—s â— euer last Wherby I knowe aâ—â—ue the â— wonders al Thy mercyes were thâ—n lyfte I vp in hast My handes to theâ—â— ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ soule â—o the dyd call Lyke bare soyle for moyster oâ—â—hy grace Haste to my helpe O lord aâ—orâ— I fall For euer I fele my spiryte doth fainte apace Turne not thy face from meâ— y t I be layede In compt of them that headlinge downe doo passe Into the pyt shewe me be tunes thyne ayde For on thy grace I holly do depende And in thy handes since all my helth is stayed Do me to know what way thou wylte I bende For vnto the I haue raysed vp my mynde Rydde me oh lorde from them that do entende My foes to be for I haue me assigned Alwaye wythin thy secrete protectyon Teache me thy wyl that I by y t may fynde The way to worke the same in aâ—fectyon For thou my god thy blessed spirite vpryght In laude of truthe shall be my dyrâ—ctyon Thou for thy name shal reuiue my spiryte Wythin the ryght that I receiue by the Whâ—reby my lâ—â—â— of daunger shal be quyte Tâ—ou haste foâ— done the greate iniquyâ—ye Tâ—aâ— vâ—â—râ— ã€ˆâ€¦ã€‰ â—ou shalt also câ—nâ—oâ—nâ—â— â—â—y foes ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ â—or thy beâ—ignittâ— For thyne am I thy seruaunâ—â— moste bounde FINIS Â¶ â—um Preuilâ—gio ad imprimendum Sâ—lum M. T.XLIX The last day of December

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