Selected quad for the lemma: england_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
england_n	french_a	king_n	pope_n	14,621	5	7.5602	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09596	Vt hora, sic fugit vita. A commemoration on the life and death of the right Honourable, Sir Christopher Hatton, Knight, late Lord Chauncellor of England Wherin triumphant trueth reuiueth his memorie from the graue: exhorting nobilitie, gentrie, and duetifull subiects, to continue their obedience to God and her Maiestie, and to preuent by pollicie the perilous practises of euery ciuil and forrain enemy. Published by Iohn Phillips.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1591 (1591)	STC 19876; ESTC S110452	7,761	18

our Hatton knight Discreet he was and wary in his wayes rashly to speak at no time he thought fit In faith and feare he spent his Pilgrims dayes for common weale he did imploy his wit Where Syno sought his treasons to inure His censures graue conuinced the impure And as from Trueth at no time he did erre but truely sought the Trueth for to vphold He had a care his seruants to preferre the good found grace the wicked he controld The poore opprest he wisely did defend And on the poore a portion he did spend Belou'd of all he was for vertues vse the grafts of grace in Hattons brest did grow By wisdoms lore he brideled all abuse and did himself a loyall Subiect show Thus he with God did grace and fauour find Whose sacred trueth he planted in his mind And with our Queen that princely Phenix rare whose like on earth hath sildome times bin seen He was esteemd and set by for his care as noble Peeres that aie haue trusty been Vizcechamberlain her Highnesse Hatton made Whose tried trueth could neuer faile ne fade The cursed curres of Catalin vnkind that did conspire against her Royall Grace And to subuert the State did beare in mind with might and maine he sought for to displace Those wily Wolues vntrusty to the Crown By Iustice he threw topsie turuie down Our princely Queen whome God from danger saue of Counsaile hirs did Hatton sure elect Who Solon-like did vse his censures graue the good to shield the wicked to correct And as he was adornd with graces great So sate he safe in honors blisfull seate Lord Chanceler then her Grace did him ordaine Which charge with care he wisely did discharge For succour sweet none came to him in vaine good conscience had her scope to goe at large The right of might need not to stand in awe Ne would he trueth should be defast by lawe Affection could in Hatton beare no sway No giftes nor gold might once corrupt his minde Fraude to subuert he studied night and day To equitie his heart was aye enclinde Where conscience was corrupt and found vncleane to vanquish he by wisedome sought the meane Oppressed men from daunger he did shielde Their wofull wronges he wisely did redresse In deepe dispaire sweete comfort hee did yeelde To ease their griefe that languisht in distresse And where as Trueth durst scarcely shewe her face Fraude was subdude and foyled with disgrace The Lawes he sought with conscience for to vse Triumphant Trueth he seated in her throne To heare the poore he neuer did refuse Right glad he was to helpe them to their owne Wrongs went to wracke Craft could no harbour finde To maintain trueth our Hatton was enclinde Thus Lordings all his life you may beholde That liuing heare hath wonne deserued fame And though his Corps lye couered close in molde In Court and towne shall liue his spotlesse name Death dies in him his vertues death hath slaine And hee by death eternall life dooth gaine Yet from his graue Trueth dooth you all exhort To lincke your hearts and mindes in loyall loue Let faith in you builde such a famous fort That nothing may from trueth your mindes remooue Though Pope and Spaine against your peace doe iarre Withstand their rage prepare your your selues to warre Clap Corslets on your standerds take in hande Your barbed steedes bestride with courage stoute Brandish your swordes fight for your natiue lande By Seas and shores beset your foes about Nowe is the time where honour may be founde Thinke on the acts your Auncestours haue doone Haste to your shippes hoyse sailes in name of God Man you your coast march after warlike Drumme Your Ensignes braue each where display abroade Downe with your foes that for your spoyles doe come Take Lyons hearts feare not your hatefull foes But let them feele your manly battering blowes They come to sacke your Citties Fortes and Towres Your Wiues and maides they purpose to deflowre Stande to it then and cracke those crakers crownes That thinke to win your wealth within an howre Be bolde in God and neuer turne your backes But beard those braues that mind to worke your wracks You are and haue beene feared ouer all England's an Ile of stoute and hardie men Be stronge in faith your foes downe right shall fall For one of you in armes shall vanquish ten You fight for God and God your guide shall be And from the handes of enemies set you free Richard the first of England famous King Good Lordings vouch to call vnto your minde Whose Martiall acts throughout the World dooth ring The Heathen rout of Pagans most vnkinde His force haue felt whose manly conquering hand No Pagan proud was able to withstand And then shall Spayne a sincke of deadly sinne Or raging Rome a cage of Birdes vncleane Be bane of you and yours as they beginne Or from your heads the crest of glorie gleane As yerst of yore plucke vp those rotten weedes Let heauen and earth record those conquering deedes Edward the third your King of rich renowne Against the French did vse his conquering sworde Mauger their beardes he did possesse their Crowne The French were faine to serue him as their Lord. Take courage then maintaine your Countries right Gainst Rabsica in Gods name enter fight Henry the fift I wish you not forget At Agent Court thinke what a fielde he fought When all the powre of Fraunce him round beset Ten thousand men them to subiection brought Though night before they Bonfires great did make And made their boastes what prisoners they would take But they that bragge of conquest and renowne Before the fielde be fought or trust their strength We see the Lord in moment can cast downe And giue the weak'st the victorie at length Though Englands King and his they bought and solde The French were slaine though they to brag were bold Then though to Spaine the Pope haue giuen your land And your good Queene deposed from her Crowne A conquest win your weapons take in hand The pelting pope and Spaniards proude beate downe As earst to fore you Conquerers haue beene Through world now let your cōquering deedes be seene What Nation yet that menac'st you with warre But you haue met and giuen the vtter foile Snaffle those Coultes that at your peace doe iarre And beard those braues that labour for your spoile Fight for your selues your wiues and Children now To straungers Yoakes your neckes doe neuer bow Thus Trueth her charge to rich and poore hath tolde From this good Lord whose life to you is knowne And Trueth to you such tydings will vnfolde As may enforce both yonge and olde to moane Marke Hattons ende whom death from vs hath reft Yet he good name to conquer death hath left Thus as in health in trueth he God did praise In sickenes his he did extoll his name His hope was heauen by faith on Christ he staies And battaile dooth gainst sinne and hell proclaime Rebelling flesh he