Selected quad for the lemma: friend_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	affection_n	good_a	love_n	1,136	5	5.0445	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A23217	The myrrour of the chyrche herefoloweth a deuout treatyse co[n]teyny[n]ge many goostly medytacyons & instruccions to all maner of people, necessary & confortable to the edyfycacion of the soule & body to the loue & grace of god.; Speculum Ecclesiae. English	Edmund, of Abingdon, Saint, Archbishop of Canterbury, ca. 1170-1240.; Copland, Robert, fl. 1508-1547.; Austin, of Abingdon, Saint, attributed name. aut	1521 (1521)	STC 965; ESTC S109275	32,324	57

holynesse For as saynt Poule the apostle sayth 〈◊〉 est volun tas dei ●…ctificatio vestra It is y e wyll of god that ye be holy and sayntes ¶ what th●…ges maketh man a saynt how a man shall lyue to the knowlege of hymselfe in body and soule Ca. iii. ●…wo thȳges wtout ony mo maketh mā a saynt That is to wyte knowlege of trouthe and y e loue of goodnesse But to y e knowlege of god whiche is very trouthe may you not come but yf fyrst you knowe your selfe Nor to the loue of god whiche is al goodnes boūte can you not come wtout ye loue your neyghbour Than to the knowlege of your self may ye come by oft swete medytaciō to the knowlege of god by pure contēplacyon Now to the knowlege of your selfe may ye come in this maner Thinke dylygētly inwardly often what ye be what ye haue ben what ye shall be fyrst touch ynge your body after as to your soule As touchinge your body thynke y t ye are fouler thā ony donge or slyme ye were en gendred in so grete fylthe y t it is shame to tell it abhomynable to thynke it For ye were borne in grete fylthe ye haue led your lyfe in grete wretchednesse mysery And after your dethe ye shall be delyuerd to todes wormes to other foule beestes whiche shal deuoure ete you what ye haue ben what ye now are ye sholde thȳke as touchige your soule for what ye shall be ye may not knowe Therfore call to your rem●…braunce thinke often how ye haue done grete euylles many how ye haue loste grete goodes many Thinke also how longe ye haue lyued what ye haue receyued how ye spent your tyme for eue ry houre in whiche ye thought not on god ye haue lo ste. For ye shal gyue a rekenyge of euery ydle worde of all ydle vayne thoughtes of euery ydle dede worke And lykewise as ye haue not one onely heere in your heed but it shal be gloryfyed whan ye shal be saued so shall there scape no houre of your tyme but it shall be rekened to you in the mercy of god O good lorde yf all y e worlde were full of small 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 who might be so wyse to iuge euery sperke by it selfe and tò deuyde euery one from other But y e soule is a thousāde tymes greter than y e worlde yf the worlde were a thousande tymes gretter than it is 〈◊〉 then yf y e soule be full of diuers thoughtes 〈◊〉 desyres who may serche or inquyre of his herte to knowe all y t is in it or thinke it ¶ Now beholde t●… ke hede my dere syster how ye haue grete nede to cōsyder to knowe your self Thā after take good 〈◊〉 what ye be now as touchig yoursoule how ye haue lytell goodnesse in you lytell vnderstādynge or wyt lytell power and pyte for ye alway desyre that whi che is not good for you nor profytable And alway ye do for sake and leue y t whiche myght doo you moche good And oftentymes ye be deceyued now by ouer gretesoro we now by 〈◊〉 loue now by indy serecyon intemperaūce now by vaynglory now malycyous seke now helthy and mery now are ye vered with aduersyte now lyft vp with fals hope On the other syde yeare so mutable wauer ynge y ● loke what thynge ye wyll this day to moro we ye wyll none of it And oftentymes ye languysshe are angry and sore tormented for many thinges that ye coueyte and desyre than after ye haue them at your wyll than are ye incontyuent or by by of the wery anoyed greued Thynke also on y e other par te how ye are lyght to be tempted frayle and feble to resyst redy to consent and agre Of all these ifyrmytees and wretchednes hath delyuered you your spouse your god Thū cryst dooth dayly delyuer more and more For whan ye were not than he made you in soule to his owne propre symylytude lykenesse And of y t moost foule fylthy thynge of whiche it is abhomynable to thinke he made your body and fourmed your wyttes your membres so noble and so fayre that no man can it better deuyse nor none suche dyspose prouyde Thynke also now dylygently with good affeccion you whiche loue your carnall flesshely frendes kynne so tenderly wher fore loue ye them so 〈◊〉 and so feruently yf ye say that ye loue your 〈◊〉 and your moder bycause ye be 〈◊〉 of theyr flesshe and theyr blode So are the wormes that bredeth in theym and cometh from theym dayly and hourely And on the other syde ye haue of them neyther soule nor body but ye haue them of god by the. For your fader and moder hath brought you forthe to syn̄e what sholde ye haue ben yf ye had abyden styll that whiche ye had of your fader and moder whan ye were engendred in fylthe and synne of them On the other syde yf ye lo ue your brod or your sister or ●…ny other of your kyn̄e bycause they be of the same flesshe blode y t ye be of So sholde ye in lykewyse loue 〈◊〉 of y t flesshe of your fader or of your moder yf it were cut out of y e bo dy of one of them that sholde be grete 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shame out of measure And yf ye say y t ye loue them bycause theyr flesshe ymage is fygured to the lyke nesse of a man bycause they haue a soule as ye haue thā are your flesshely broder syster no 〈◊〉 to you than ony other but onely bycause y t you they haue one flesshely fader the rote and begynnynge of your flesshe the whiche is a fylthy thinge foule and stynkynge Therfore loue hym specyally of whome all your beaute cometh and loue euery man spyritu ally goostly And leue of fro hensforth to loue carnally and flesshely for certaynly so sholde ye do ¶ Of the grete benefytes and gyftes of our lorde god Ca. iiii MOre ouer yf ye thynke wysely on the grete goodnesse y t our lorde god hath done to you ●… dayly dooth wyl alway more and more yf ye loue hym intyerly or inwardly For as I tolde you in y ● begynnynge whā ye were not he made you of nought And whan ye were lost than he founde you And whan ye were in deedly synne solde than he bought you and redemed you And whan ye were dampned than he saved you And whā ye were borne in synne he baptysed you And afterwarde whan ye syn̄ed so foule so often than he suffred you gentyll and pacyently taryed for you so lōge Than after receyued you so swetely hath put you set in his moost swete couent And euery day that ye do ony yll he rebuketh you And whā