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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	let_v	lord_n	sin_n	7,275	5	4.7430	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16742	An excellent poeme, vpon the longing of a blessed heart which loathing the world, doth long to be with Christ. With an addition, vpon the definition of loue. Compiled by Nicholas Breton, Gentleman.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3649; ESTC S104781	14,766	48

that is God All kinde of loue but this is but mistaken And all conceit but this is misconceiued All kinde of loue but this must be forsaken All trust but in this trueth may be deceiued All in this loue all trueth may be perceiued All hearts beliefe and all soules seale vnto it All what is good this loue doeth onely doe it What shall I say but t is beyond my saying To tell you all may of this loue be sayd And yet that trueth be free from all betraying That hath no more then what she knowes bewray'd Let me but stay but where as shee hath staid And say but this as I haue said before That loue is God and I can say no more Solus Amor Deus Solus in toto laudandus Deus OH blessed loue the life of blessednesse If euer thou diddest ●elpe a sinners heart Behold my teares and in thy holynesse Assist my spirit with thy sacred Art That al the world may ioy to heare me sing The holy praises of my heauenly King Inspire me with that vnderstanding power Which may conceiue and by desert commend The toppe of truth on that triumphant Tower Where graces dwell and glories neuer end Let some such Angell helpe me in deuising As speakes of praise in glories euer rising Oh loue how gratious is that beautie held That giues the world but shadowes to behold But oh what glorie maist thou iustly yeeld Vnto that life which doth thy life vnfold And while all shadowes fade and fall away Is euer bright and neuer can decay In natures beautie all the best can be Are shadowing colours to deceiue the eye But in this beautie may our spirits see A light wherein we liue and cannot die A light whereby we see that most auailes vs The comfort of our faith that neuer failes vs. How bountifull is that faire hand accounted That of his store a little stinte bestoweth But how in bountie hath that hand surmounted That euer giuing asking ouer-goeth And for no gift shall in true grace be scanting Doth giue it selfe to see no comfort wanting How wise is he that teacheth how to wielde The world at will by wicked wits deuise But wiser much that findes that wit beguil'd That neuer seekes the way to Paradise Oh blessed loue none but thy Lord of light Doth giue the soule that perfect heauenly light How kinde is he that doth his friend relieue In time of need of worldly mindes reputed But he that helpes the heart that him doth grieue To such a minde what praise may bee imputed How kinde is then our Christ let his death trie Who hated sinne yet did for sinners die How valiant is hee held that can subdue By force of hand the furie of his foe But in whose hand such valour euer grewe As gaue both death and hell their ouerthrow None but thy Lord my loue that God of light Who makes all powers to tremble at his sight How patient is that poore conceit esteem'd That can put vp a wrong or crosse or two But how more patient may our Christ be deem'd That bare all wrongs that all the world could doe Oh peerelesse paterne of true patience power That conquerd death in passions dying houre How iust is he who as the Law doth beare The likeliest trueth his iudgement doth pronounce But how more iuste whom neither hope nor feare Could euer mooue to challenge or denounce Sweet Iesus Christ who neuer Caesar wrongeth And giues to God that vnto God belongeth How gracious is that creature to be thought That doeth repent him of his wickednesse But how more gracious in whom God hath wrought The perfect height of Graces holinesse It is thy life my loue our Lord and God Who by his Grace all sinne hath ouer-trod How comfortable is esteemd that hand That heales the sicke although not neere to death But what more comfort in that power doeth stand Then to the dead can giue a liuing breath My loue thou knowest that Lazarus can tell When Maries teares did please our master well What should I in particulars proceed When all and summe that heauen and earth can show Are short to finde how farre he doeth exceede The praise of prayse where highest prayses goe But worship him in whom all Graces liue Worthy more glory then the world can giue And since my God and euerliuing Lord All in himselfe all height of glory holdeth And to the faithfull onely doeth affoord No more to know them mercies care vnfoldeth Let my soules loue but humbly fall before him In admiration wholly to adore him For beauty bounty wisedome valour kindnesse Grace patience comfort iustice trueth perfection In whom all these doe liue what reasons blindnesse Can thinke to reach in prayses due perfection VVhere in the height to haue all glory sounded Both heau'ns and earth and Angels are confounded And since farre more then most that can be thought Liues in the light of his incomprehension Which neuer sense that euer proudly sought But perisht in the instant of intention Ler my soule sing when all hearts strings are broken His prayse is more then can in praise be spoken Gloria in excelsis Deo When the Angels all are singing All of glorie euer springing In the ground of high heauens graces Where all vertues haue their places Oh that my poore soule were neere them With an humble heart to heare them Then should faith in loues submission Ioying but in mercies blessing Where that sinnes are in remission Sing the ioyfull soules confessing Of her comforts high commending All in glorie neuer ending But ah wretched sinfull creature How should the corrupted nature Of this wicked heart of mine Thinke vpon that loue diuine That doth tune the Angels voices While the hoast of heauen reioyces No the songe of deadly sorrowe In the night that hath no morrow And their paines are neuer ended That haue heauenly powers offended Is more fitting to the merite Of my foule infected spirite Yet while mercie is remoouing All the sorrowes of the louing How can faith be full of blindnesse To despaire of mercies kindnesse While the hand of heauen is giuing Comfort from the euerliuing No my soule be no more sorie Looke vnto that life of glorie Which the grace of faith regardeth And the teares of loue rewardeth Where the soule the comfort getteth That the Aungels musique setteth There when thou art well conducted And by heauenly grace instructed How the faithfull thoughtes to fashion Of a rauisht louers passion Sing with sainctes to Aungels nighest Halleluiah in the highest Gloria in excelsis Deo