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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	day_n	holy_a	life_n	4,205	5	4.2274	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16762	The mothers blessing	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1602 (1602)	STC 3669; ESTC S104773	11,646	42

An Halleluiah to thy heauenly King Begin with glory to his maiestie Proceed with glorie to his holy name Coutinue glorie to his Deitie And end with glorie to his worthy fame And endlesse be the glorie of the same Begin proceed continue end his story Without beginning neuer ending glory O highest glory in the heau'ns aboue O brightest glory of theau'ns behoue O purest glory before heau'ns to proue O blessed glory aboue heau'ns to loue O louely glory that all loue doth moue O gracious glory that all grace beginneth O glorious glory that all glory winneth Thus my deare sonne sing vnto God thy Lord And sing in tune that heau'ns may ioy to heare And let thy tongue thy heart and soule accord To chaunt it out with such a ioy full cheare That heau'ns may see thou hold'st their master deare And thy true faith may in thy spirit proue The liuing comfort of thy heau'nly loue But if thou doost not serue thy God aright And humbly feare his holy maiestie Thy clearest day will turne to darksome night Thy wealth to want thy wit to vanitie Thine ease to paine ioy to calamitie Thy sweetest musicke to a mournfull quell Thy life to death thy hope of heauen to hell For though a while he suffer thee to thriue And finde on earth a fayned paradies Yet death will come who quickly will depriue Thy sences of the pleasures of thine eies Wherein th' illusion of thy spirit lies And thou wilt be within thy soule so torne As thou wouldst wish thou neuer hadst bin borne A world of woes will ouerwhelme thy heart And fearefull dreames affright thee in the night A thousand torments will encrease thy smart And dreadfull visions will thy soule affright Thou shalt be bard from the eternall light And in the darknesse where all horrors dwell Thy soule shall burne in euerlasting hell Where thou shalt see the mizer-minded-dogge Frie in the furnace of his molten gold The glutton monster and the drunken hogge Gnawing their bones with hunger thirst and cold The murtherer in paines not to be told The leacher so bedight in beastlinesse As kills his soule to see his filthinesse The tyrant tortur'd with those vgly spirits That fed his humour with the thirst of blood The traitor follow'd with those hungry ferits That onely fed vpon the poysned food Of damned soules that neuer did man good The theefe tormented with the shamelesse lyer The swearers mouth all in a flame of fyer The pander and the wicked parasite Shall sup the broath of hellish beastlinesse The heretike in wilfull ouersight Shall feed vpon the froth of foolishnesse Boyld in the fire of all vnfaithfulnesse The Atheist so shall feele Gods vengeance on him That all the plagues of hell shall fall vpon him The vniust Iudge at least if there be any The bribing client of ill conscience The periur'd witnesse whereof are too many The plotting pate of sinfull pestilence The wrothfull spirit of impatience All these shall iustly all their torments beare But God blesse thee from seeing of them there But if thou rightly serue thy Lord and God And day and houre do sue to him for grace When faithfull Truth this world hath ouertrod Thy soule shall flye vnto afairer place Where thou shalt see thy Sauiour in the face And in that face that euerlasting blis In which the brightnesse of all glory is There shalt thou see frō hie the day-light springing Which darksome night hath neuer power to shade There shalt thou heare the Saints Angels singing And all their ditties to his glory made There shalt thou feele the ioyes that neuer fade There shall thy soule more perfect ioyes possesse Then tongue or heart or spirit can expresse There shalt thou see the bounteous richly crowned The gratious Prince in Angels armes embraced The vertuous souldiers with the Saints renowmed The Iudge of Iustice in high honor placed The faithfull witnes in Truthes fauour graced The virgins singing in the Angels quier How patient hopes vnto their heau'n aspire There shalt thou feele the blessed ioy of peace Wherein the life of holy loue doth rest There shalt thou heare the Musicke neuer cease Where Angels voyces euer are adrest In their best tunes to sound his glory best Where euery one a blessed part doth beare God blesse thee sonne to set them euer there Amen FINIS

For be the Ph● a 〈◊〉 so 〈◊〉 a Blood Nature doth wond● in her worke house shroud The Sunne itselfe sometime is in a cloud Concealed comforts are the kindest sweets Where loue and honor with discretion meets A boasting tongue is like a heard mans hor●e Which makes a noyse 〈◊〉 nothing worth the hearing And bragging 〈◊〉 are no● to be borne Thogh fooles of choise ●time are worth the chering Yet in the points of wisdoms true appearing Presumptuous fooles and 〈◊〉 religious Iewes Emong the Noble● sort should neuer vse Know how to loue but know not how to hate T'one halfe a heau'n the ●other halfe a hell Learne what belongs to 〈◊〉 and to Fate And trust not all that Idle stories tell And do not reede before you learne to spell But keep thy spirit with that speciall care That Truth may shew thee where her honors are Offend not God with 〈◊〉 the faire In higher 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fit their 〈◊〉 And looke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in the ●ire That 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 spirit 〈◊〉 And let no 〈◊〉 so thy soule perple● But that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 all 〈◊〉 remoue That may be ●full to thy happ●e loue Regard thy followers in a kind as friends But 〈◊〉 a difference in th●e eyes affect 〈◊〉 vse their 〈◊〉 in such carefull kinds 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 speake of thy respect And well 〈◊〉 rewards do not neglect For ●s the hand that 〈◊〉 the seruice binde Although the spirit 〈◊〉 commaund the minde 〈◊〉 Reason by the rules of Grace And ch● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in vertues choise In 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 dwell not on the Base And let thine 〈◊〉 be pleased in the voyce That sounds the song that makes the soule 〈◊〉 A●oyd all substance of the soules annoy And onely Iesus be thy spirits ioy If honor fall vpon thee 〈◊〉 Note how it comes and how it may begone And guide thy 〈◊〉 with such inward 〈◊〉 Thy ground may still be sure to build vpon But needles 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 studie on For Time is 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And brings the 〈◊〉 soule to Paradise Follow the warres but in a worthy cause And Court it but for ●bilitie Be not a Rebell vnto honors lawes For t is a maime to true Gentilitie In all the notes of true Nobilitie So vse thy sword in field at home thy pen Thou maist be both belou'd and fear'd of men Let not a Sha●t a Bowle a Carde nor Die Take vp thy Rent a yeare before the day A Parats feather nor a 〈◊〉 cie Make thee too fast to throw thy wealth away Lest bad I wist do keepe fooles holly day Esteeme a horse according to his pace But loose no wagers on a wilde goos● chase Teare not thy throat with hollowing to hounds Nor ride thy horse to death to seeke a Hawke Spoile not thine eyes with leuelling of grounds Nor barre thine honest neighbour of his walke But take no pleasure with a foole to talke But harken to the shepheards what they saine Both of the Sun shine and a showre of raine Feed not too grosse and drinke not ouer much The sparing diet is the spirits feast The Pitch and Tarre are daungerous to tuch And want of reason makes a man a beast Of forced euils euer chuse the least Be warned by a little from the more And take heed of an inward breeding sore Wound not the conscience of a wofull hart Nor take delight in doing iniury But ease the sicke in his consuming smart And helpe the poore man in his misery So liue so die so liue and neuer die Relieue thy friend but not with all thou hast Lest thou be driuen to seeke to him as fast Importune not a Prince in any sute Nor do a sutor long delaie his hope In cause of Iustice be not ouer mute But in a malice do no secrets ope But keepe thy care within discretions scope Smile at the bird whose bill is ouerlong But neuer listen to the Cuckoes song Loose not thy paines to teach an Owle to speake Nor striue to wash an Ethiopian white Make it no tryumph to subdue the weake But vse thy force to put the proud to flight And in renow me giue euery man his right Begin no more then so thou mean'st to finish As of thine honor may 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 diminish Trauaile to learne diuersitie of Natures But keep at home the care of thy content And euer haue respect vnto those creatures That haue their talents in thy seruice spent And loue the soule that is to vertue bent For euer keep this point of noblenes Let no man note thee of vnthankfulnes Depraue not any that do well deserue No● magnifie an idle headed wit Nor let thy will from wisedomes order swarue How euer humors disalow of it Manage affection with discretions bit For time will teach thee in true reasons creature A foole is but the weake effect of nature In Princes Courts do neuer presse too fast Nor shrinke a foote from thy desert of fame And slip no time for once the humor past A pleasing fansie may be out of frame Shun all occasions of deserued blame 〈◊〉 i●●nwares thou happen to offend Let wit● excuse the care of will commend 〈◊〉 not too great for feare of Enuies figge Yet ioy in all that vertue may aduaunce Make not thy musique of a country Iigge But leaue the Lou● to tread the Moris-daunc● And keep thy sences from Narcissus traunce And follow not Acteon to the wood For feare Diana do thee little good Studie the lawe but to maintaine thy state Diuinitie to keep thy soule in peace Logicke but only questions to debate Arithmeticke but knowledge to encrease How numbers may both multiply and cease Philosophy to iudge of Natures best And Phisicke but grosse humors to digest And Rethoricke to speake in tune and sence Musique but to remoue melancholy Astrology to know circumference For Architecture learne Geometry And for thy trauaile learne Cosmography For recreation soorne not Poetry But for discourses study History To haue a kind of superficiall sight In hawkes and hounds and horse and fowle fish Is not amisse but let thy harts delight Be neuer setled in an idle dish Nor shew thy folly in a wanton wish Be silent to thy selfe what ere thou thinkest And take good heed with whō where thou drinkest Learne for instruction Reede for exercise Practise for knowledge and for gaine remember In worldly pleasures make no paradise Know that thou art of Christ his church a member And do not make thine Aprill in September Vnto thy God in youth direct thy waies And he will blesse thee in thine aged daies Let Conscience know the title of a crowne Yet know withall there is a king of kings Who hoisteth vp and headlong tumbleth downe And all the world doth couer with his wings While heau'n and earth but of his glory sings To whom discharge the loue thou daily owest And he will blesse th● where so ere thou goest Winke at the world 〈◊〉 though thou saw'st it not And