Selected quad for the lemma: faith_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
faith_n	world_n	zeal_n	zealous_a	32	3	8.5754	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03680	A medicinable morall, that is, the two bookes of Horace his satyres, Englyshed accordyng to the prescription of saint Hierome. The wailyngs of the prophet Hieremiah, done into Englyshe verse. Also epigrammes. T. Drant. Perused and allowed accordyng to the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions; Satirae. English	Horace.; Drant, Thomas, d. 1578?	1566 (1566)	STC 13805; ESTC S104229	80,461	194

and fro to wyn me yf they coulde And I began as debonayre to render vp the houlde Nowe hearken oulde frende Pertinax what was the spedy key To ope the locke of credits forte for me to beare a swey He that was counted too to fearse and angry wyth the Pope I went to hym and prayde hym ofte my conscience for to grope Parted from hym I woulde proteste and openly woulde saye That suche one was the greatest clarke that was on lyue thys daye He that was holden moste of zeale and to the worlde the best Hym woulde I prayse aboue the sonne and so I purchast reste No more demaunde made of my faythe I faynde me very ●elous Of other men and sayde they were drawebackes and nothyng zealous And styll I praysde my confessours and made them so to swell Suche pulpit hornetts by my meanes That none durste with them mell And what that they to feede theyr mynde Or coloure ells woulde speake I mayntaynde it with toothe and nayle in all that I coulde creake Then was I dubde as true precise and faithfull by and by And none was compted hoate enough saue he and he and I. I whysperde to and fro a pare and playde my parte so free That quarells stept vp fal●e and faste A noble game to see And that the reste myght learne to stoupe and I myght growe vp styll An other fetche by peecemeale I into them dydde instyll My maysters lysten well quod I take kepe what I shall saye Me thynks this church this englishe churche is clogged at this daye With ceremonies more then nedes to tell you at a worde I would haue all thyngs iuste as they were left vs by the Lorde This knewe I was the deyntye dyshe that so theyr passions fed I am not nowe to learne I trowe to bryng a babe to bed Nowe whether for true conscience or els that they myght seeme Sole gospellers and that the worlde mighte so of them esteme Or els through our suggestions they gnawed so this bone That O good God I woulde to God they had bene let alone Nay truste me truly Pertinax men woulde haue bene ful fayne To thruste out all those gospellers and sende for you againe How say you was not this a drifte and that a drifte of hope Am I not nowe as lege as you to our good lord the pope If there were talke of gospels grace of francknesse of our lybertie Then woulde I whet my tongue to speake againste the gifte of pollyci● And that our seruice was consumde onlye in adoration Wheras the pryme church vsde one prayer the reste in exhortation That ministers why shoulde they not mighte goe euen lyke the reste In suits of silke in sheynes of golde apparelde with the beste That ministers mighte take and leaue their orders when they woulde I wente about to make all naughte by all the meanes I coulde This was my greateste anchoure hold I euer caste it thus The worse it fared with their churche the better much for vs. Untowarde case vnluckye case Ah Pertinax I say As erst I sayde a trumpe a trumpe was caste downe in our waye And he that caste it hath surueyde and markde our cardes so well That all oure driftes is nowe fordone and you abrode muste dwell As for my selfe who but my selfe I neuer felte lyke ease Not stoutest of the protestants dare me in ought displease I made my matche I trowe with suche as dare not but vpbeare me What yf I knowe their giltie prankes and there vppon they feare me Those wryng and wreste the meaner sorte whose myndes and tongues are free And so imbecill all theyr strengthe that they are naught to me I nowe can dubbe a protestant and eke disdubbe agayne And make a Papiste graduate if he wyll quite my payne Liuinges are myne geuynges are myne the countenance is myne Promotions come to me alone or where I will assygne Yea Pertinax if thou wilte come of Laberinth ne dreede I can conducte thee safe and sounde by vertue of a threede I knowe who plaies the catte and howe her ioly krttles mouses I and my patrons leaue small lore in some right famous houses And if there be not speedie healpe against me and my fooles Ile driue their Gospell from the churche and learnyng from the Schooles In deede I studye harde my selfe but to what ende or why That I myght gette the greatest fee and put all others by As nowe I am I coulde not wyshe almoste a better staye If the precyse crepe vp agayne I knowe my wonted playe In the meane tyme I tell them playne they are the greatest clarkes And that for theyr greate constancie the totall worlde them markes Yea I can tell them clawyngly but that is in their eare That those whiche haue deposde them thus are persecuters cleare And if that some by pollicie in tyme doo not preuent them Ile egge them on to speake some thyng whiche spoken may repent them Well yf that those get vp agayne I kepe my iolly stay And if sir Pertinax you come I wyll not go away So that come papist or precyse or formall conformable The precisde Papist kepes his roume lyke promontorie stable And yet yf thou as palpable my conscience couldst grope Of honestie I am full true vnto my lorde the Pope May happs when I haue filde my purse with takyng all this payne I wyll go turne from Commodus to Pertinax agayne What Commodus thou turnes thy selfe as one shoulde turne the groate Turne rounde or else thou will be spyde in turninge ofte thy coate Becawse you talked of gropinge erste howe chauncde it heretofore That you agaynst the blessed pope so solemnlye haue swore Speake oute man are you in a dumpe howe durste you so farre go Iuraui lingus sed mentem non iuratam gero I tould them then I spoke with tongue but neuer mente it so Why do you heare their seruice still a thing of such abusion I could not els abyde with them to helpe them to confusion What say you to the precyse stocke are they resolude that waye Sum parte of them is lyke my selfe the conformable say That halfe of those whiche busylye against those orders clatter Are Papistes ranke as those may see whiche wyll suruey the matter Why doo they make so straite accompt of thynges that bee but meane Pythagoras why dyd he put mans soule within a beane What if your selfe for not wearyng hereafter may be wrounge Tushe man I made them longe ago a verey Aesops tongue Synce you agaynst these churchly rites so longe and sore dyd wynche Howe coulde you nowe resume agayne so bucksome at a pynche I sayde as ofte I vse to say that I was very poore Nathlesse woulde geue tone halfe I had that I myght weare no more I go to healpe a papist nowe that ginnes for to recant And I go nowe for to moleste a silly protestant O

purge mounteflascon wynes and make them pure and cleare Set them abrode in open ayre when many starres appeare The greuouse smell by force of ayre will passe and fade away Through streyning of them through a clothe the good smell woulde decay To mingle in thyne egge at meales a litle sacke and saulte Doth mende the yelke or whyte therof if it haue anye faulte With Africke cocles or with shrimpes he that is cloyed may Be freshe againe in stomacke sharpe the lettise it doth play The stronge may eate good looshiouse meate in kytchins whiche be dreste The kitchin phisicke is for them simplye the very beste It is behouable to knowe of sauce a double kynde The one of simple olyue oyle as we in arte do fynde The compounde hath that goes therto Constantinoble bryne Herbes shred and minced very thicke some kynde of compounde wyne An oyle from Uenefratuum broughte Lo that is passinge fyne Moste commonly that fruite is beste that lyketh best the eye Some grapes may be conserude by meanes some pressed by and by I taught the waye to kepe them greene without all ylde or faulte To eate hearryng with iuyce of grapes white pepper and blacke saulte All those I badde for to be borne In vessels of greate pryde A fayre brode fishe muste aye be borne in vessells large and wyde To lashe out all is not the beste it can not be denyde Muche thynge dothe hurte the stomake muche as if thy boye or mayde Hathe eate in syghte or haue thy cuppe With slauyshe hande assayde Or in some creuysse motes do stycke vnmoued to or fro Therfore broomes napkyns must be bought Wyth many trinkets mo It is a ●ilthy ouersyghte yf all thynges be not cleane To rubbe thynges with thy purple cloths I wis it woulde them steane To haue suche necessary thynges is hansome and lesse deare Seclude neatenesse and then no waste Can make delitefull cheare Sir Catius for Goddes dere loue and myne my prayer is An other tyme to leade me where I maye heare more of this Though well I wote you coulde for skille haue played the maisters parte Yet nothyng lyke the Epicure the father of the arte Besydes his graue and mode●te lookes and reuerent attyre Woulde make one heare him muche the more with zeale and great desyre Whome you perchance esteme the lesse because you happie stille Enioye His syght but I doo wishe to go vnto my fill The christall fountaynes harde to fynde and there from vertues rife To take and practise perfecte rules of pure and blessed lyfe ☞ VLISSES AT HIS HOME commynge beyng brought to greate extremitie and miserie asketh the counsaile of Tyretias a prophete in hell howe he may be riche agayne In Vlisses consyder the state of pou●rtie in Tyretias talke the vngodly counsayle of the deuyll and the priuie suggestions of the worlde and her practises The fyfte Satyre TYretia at my request tell me a little more Howe maye I be so riche a man as I was once before By what meanes or what pollicie prophete why doste thou smyle O suttill pate arte thou not well from shypwracke and exile To haue escapde thy housholde goddes and Ithacke Isles to see O prophete soothefaste in thy speche alas but seest thou me How bare and beggerly I cum into my natiue lande Thou hauyng so foretoulde my fate nothinge in plyghte doth stande The wooers spende vp all my gooddes and howses do defyle My stocke and vertue withoute gooddes are thoughte as thinges most vyle To cut of talke since pouertie thou doste abhorre in harte Now harken how from deepe distresse a wittie man maye starte By sending pretie presents still be sewer thy giftes to geue Unto the wealthie ritch mans house that is not lyke to lyue The turtle doue the orcharde fruite the honours of the feelde The rich must haue before goddes selfe what so thy grounde doth yéelde Who though he be a periurde man of currishe kyndred borne All gored in his brothers blood a runagate forlorne Yet coortsye him and woorship hym and if he woulde it so Thou maiste not stay to wayte on him in place where he shall go Can I becum a page to slaues to get a sillie catch Who erste in Troye euen with the beste was wonte to make my matche Therfore still poore Applie the worlde and beare it as it is Yes I haue borne and can abyde thinges waightier then this Good wysarde tell a speedie way and driue me of no more Howe maye I fyll my pouches full as they were heretofore I sayde and eftsoones saye to thee be pregnaunt aye in guyle Thou muste be forgynge olde mens wylles And if that in thy wyle Thou arte perceyude yf none wyll byte but all from hooke doo flye Though ones deceyude dispaire not tho persyste thyne arte to trye If there be in arbiterment a matter great or small Inquyre vpon the parties bothe and circumstances all If thone be ryche and chyldrenles though all the grounde● of stryfe Procede of hym sette thou in foote and pleade his cause of lyfe The other if he haue a wyfe or hope of progenye Thoughe all the worlde proclaym hym good lette thou his quarell lye Do clepe the other by his names fayre wordes with fooles take place Right worshipfull your vertues saye hath made me pleade your case I haue some practise in the lawe to parle and maynteyne plea In faythe I rather woulde myne eyes were drenched in the sea Then any of these fyled tongues Your worshyppe shoulde abuse Or spende your goodes Well go you home and cease you thus to muse Plucke vp your hearte leaue all to me trye what a frend can doo In heate or colde I am your owne to ryde or els to go Assay the consequence hereof some one or other wyll Name thee an heartie frendly man a man of witte and skyll Thy hunger shall be great excesse thy wante muche wealthe at ease The Tunnye and the whale wyll be scarce presentes thée to please But here a caution for the least some shoulde replye agayne That thou doest good to sole olde men as gapyng after gayne If thou canst spye a wealthie man that hath a wearyshe chylde There shewe thy selfe officious muche debonaire and mylde And caste out talke as though thou couldst ▪ proue thee his seconde sonne Then plye the olde man so to saye perchaunce when he hath done The chylde may dye then who but thou make entrie on thy right Suche loose begynnynges oftentymes growe vp to force and myght If that the olde man offer thée his testament to reade Make as thou coulde not for great grese put it awaye with speede But take a superficiall syght if thou muste all possesse Or dyuers mo cooparteners them thou with crafte muste dresse By threatnynges or by flatterie by smothe talke gette thou all As Esops foxe allurde the dawe to lette her breake faste fall As Corauus with suche lyke sorte deceyued Scipio Why art thou