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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	eternal_a	life_n	world_n	9,745	5	4.8408	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15310	Here begynnethe the glorious lyfe and passion of seint Albon prothomartyr of Englande, and also the lyfe and passion of saint Amphabel whicheconuerted saint Albon to the fayth of Christe.; Life of Saint Alban and Saint Amphibal	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1534 (1534)	STC 256; ESTC S108894	67,790	178

To our request your eares downe enclyne Take vengeance vpon our enemy whiche is cause of our mortall ruyne And of our myschefe the rote fynally Reuenge your wronge ye that be most myghty On hym that causeth that we be seke and grone Let the vengeance rebounde on his persone Of their plaintes and of their wofull clamours They seased not lyke folkes most vengeable Tyll it fyll so that turmentours Perceyued well they were not treatable Howe theyr sorowe was intollerable Of compassyon lyst no lenger spare Of all this thynge the trouthe to declare All sodeynly they began to abrayde Theyr deedly sorowes and playntes to refrayne Of the most worthy of the towne they sayde O citezyns why lyst ye so complayne Leue your wepyng your teares doth restraynt For by report of vs that were present Voyde of disceyte or meanyng fraudolent ye haue more cause of gladnesse than wepyng And greatter matter of consolation Than of distresse or of complaynyng For if the grounde be sought out by reason Touchyng your frendes slaughter and passyon ye haue more grounde vs lyst not for to fayne For to be glad than for theyr deth to prayne By sondry tokens that were contemplatyfe Of signes shewed the deed beareth wytnes Theyr deth was entred in to euerlastyng lyfe Ende of sorowe concluded on gladnes From this darke valey went vp to bryghtnes where day departed is from the nyght And bryght Phebus leseth neuer his lyght It is accordyng full well to nature A man to wepe for frendes that be dede But agayn warde by recorde of scripture For Christis sake who lyst his blode to shede A thousande folde shall receyue his mede And for his lyfe whiche is but transytory Eternally to abyde and lyue in glory where is no complaynt nor no parte of sorowe But euerlastyng gladnesse in that place Ilyche newe both at eue and at morowe From wo to ioye from sobbyng to solace wher deth hath lost his power to manace Fye on dispeyre for dethe to make stryfe where ioye foloweth of euerlastyng lyfe Dethe in this worlde shulde not be complayned Of them that passe from worldely vanite Suche as by grace and mercy haue attayned with Christ to reigne in his eternall see where ioye is euer and all felicite And for suche folke mydday eue and morowe It were wodenes for to make sorowe ye be bounde playnly to conclude To thanke god for frendes that ye mysse whiche hath chose so great a multitude Of this citie and brought them vnto blysse Of ioye perpetuall they may neuer mysse Makyng a chaunge from this temporall For thylke lyfe aboue celestiall Take hede hereto and yeueth good audience Of thynge that we shall make rehersale And it imprenteth in your aduertence Touchyng your frendes slayne in batayle whom that we dyd so mortally assayle All this consydered to complayne ye do wronge As ye shall knowe paraunter or ought longe Aforne rehersed the same turmentours with a great othe present there all the towne To them not only but to theyr successours To be reported through all that regyon Maden there open protestation Touchyng this mater they cast to expresse Shall haue no touche nor spot of falsenesse They gan theyr matter brefly to conclude Touchyng the story to all theyr entent In Verolamy to all the multitude Of great and small beinge there present Rehersyng fyrst howe that they were sent with myghty honde to all contres enuiron To seke theyr frendes were fled from the towne Vnder these wordes spake for theyr partie By your byddyng we went as ye wel knowe with force and armys serchyng to espie To north wales in countres high and lowe Tyll it fell so within a lyttell throwe Lad by fortune we founde them euerychone with hym that whylom was maister to Albon Out of this citie they were fled and gone Some that were full nygh of your allye Vpon the maister abydyng of Albon we founde eke gethered a great company And of Pectis we dyd also espie with walsemen of newe that were drawe And conuerted vnto christen lawe By thylke clerke that all these thynges wrought From whom they wolde departe in no maner Amonge all our kynred out we sought Toke them aparte and with full frendly chere with fayre speche requestes and prayere Maynte with manassis and softnesse of langage From that doctryne to reuoke theyr corage But euer they stode in suche obstinacy On hym abydyng eche houre and moment By theyr answere rather for to dye All of accorde and echeone of assent Lyst in no wyse folowe our entent whan we myght not our purpose recure we lefte our tretes and toke our armour Of whiche they were not astonyed nor aferde For Christis sake eche redyer than other who myght fyrst renne vnder the swerde In theyr metyng brother slayne of brother There was suche prese it myght be non other For Christis sake echon were fayne For a prerogatyue who myght fyrst be slayne Vpon the sonne whiche was the father heyre The father shewed most cruell violence whiche in nature was nother good nor fayre The sonne also voyde of all beneuolence To his father dyd no maner of reuerence There was no mercy but marciall outerage without exception of olde or yonge of age Pacience was captayne in the felde Of them that suffered deth for Christis sake Theyr spere was hope mekenes was theyr shelde Other defence they lyst not for to make In thylke quarell whiche they had take Lyst not departe tyll spent was theyr blode whiche on the playn ran large as a flode The lorde that sytteth aboue the sterres clere Saugh and behelde the great pacience Of his knyghtes whose blode lyke a ryuere Ran in the felde by mortall violence whom to comforte of his magnificence The heuen all open to shewe his great vertue Sayd vnto them that blessed lorde Iesu Cometh vp to me my knyghtes most entere Proued in batayle ryght victorious Assendeth vp aboue the sterres clere My gate is open and redy is my house Agayne your comyng most ryche and glorious with tryumphe that neuer shall disseuer And with a palme that shall lasten euer O Paradyse o chosen citezyns For your notable tryumphall prowesse Makyng your clayme as very denzyns There to abyde your knyghtly nobylnes To spende your blode was shewed no scarsenesse For me to suffre deth by great outrage Digne amonge martyrs come take your heritage The amerous fayre of feruent desyres In your conquest of most souereyne price Haue gyue you title to be possessioners Eternally to clayme lyke your auise Abydyng space in the heuenly paradise To be registred fre from all worldly stryfe with the holy martyrs in the boke of lyfe From this worlde we saugh them flee to heuen By many signes whiche that dyd appere From deth to lyfe aboue the sterres seuen we stode astonyed beholdyng the manere Howe Christe Iesu with a benyngne chere Lyst to receyue into his regyon These holy martyrs of Verolamy towne In these nombre of martyrs