Selected quad for the lemma: friend_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
friend_n	bear_v	father_n	son_n	766	5	4.9151	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11096	The betraying of Christ Iudas in despaire. The seuen words of our Sauior on the crosse. With other poems on the Passion.	Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?	1598 (1598)	STC 21365; ESTC S116242	18,820	60

Soliciting for them that did accuse him Excusing such as vvickedly did blame him Tendring of loue vvhere hatred did refuse him Their ordur'd soules seeking so to refine Grace might reduce them to celestiall shine His sute imports his holy thoughts did say Inflict not iustice on these sinne-defiled Vpon my flesh thine angers burden lay Graunt nothing be to thee vnreconsiled Least my redemption should vnperfect seeme Or any sinne I did not full redeeme He vvould not haue our sinnes ascend vp so That they should come vnto his fathers sight Nor yet his fathers vengeance fall so low That on vs sinne committers it should light But plac'd himselfe betwixt both vvrath and sinne True reconcilement by true loue to vvinne For Murderers that gainst his life transgressed With meekest loue he humbly craued grace For such as their vile sinne left vnconfessed And still spit venome in their makers face That peirc'd his heart from which his blood abounds To them he giues acquittance for his vvounds They to the Citty vvould not backe repaire Ere cruelty haue left him life-depriued He vvould not die before his feruent praier Intreats to haue their dying soules reuiued His sprite from forth his body past no rather But forth his mouth went with it Pardon father FINIS Amen dico tibi hodie mecum eris in Paradiso TRuly I say that am heau'ns glory giuer To thee true penitent repentant theefe This day from a defild and sinfull liuer Shalt thou be Sainted in exiling greefe With me this day thou passest to the blest In Paradise vvhere glorious Angels rest Euen at the vvane of life the dying hower This happy theefe did offer God his heart His daies vvere dedicate to Sathans power Only remain'd one moment to conuert Wherein he gaue his heart to him that ought it Preuenting him that long in hope had sought it The hellish foe stood bold vpon his claime Because to theeues he is misguiding guider But heau'nly friend did countermaund the same Being sinners father Mercies firme prouider No sooner did his true contrition say Lord thinke on me but Sathan lost his pray Caines offering vvas a sacrifice of corne Abels the Lambes the meekest vnto slaughter Annaes the sonne that of her vvombe vvas borne Iepthaes his sole and deere affected daughter Noe weathers Abraham doues and Dauid gold Melchisidech of vvine did offrings hold All these did offer things of great esteeme Yet none so rich as this poore theefe presented An offered heart to God doth greater seeme Then vvhat by heauen and earth can be inuented Nothing more gratefull vnto Mercies throne Then gift of heart due debt to heauen alone That debt of all the thefts vvhich he had donne His satisfaction rightly did restore Repaying in one hower to the Sonne What all his life rob'd father of before Obtaining grace for all deserts of strife To be recorded in the booke of life His vvandring courses are retyr'd from danger Vnto the harbour of a Christian rest He liu'd to new Ierusalem a stranger But vvas at death free Cittizen profest With Christ on crosse gaining in three houres more Then Iudas did in yeares for howers before FINIS Mulier ecce Filius tuus WOman true map of greefes obiect of vvoes Behold thy sonne sinnes heauy burden beares Thy vveeping eies Sorrows right methode shows Sonne bath'd in blood and Mother vvashd in teares A dying Sonne repleat vvith fathers hate A pensiue Mother most disconsolate Of all affections that the soule admits On vvhich loues fauours doe most firmly build That loue in place of supreme soundnesse sits Which is deriu'd from parent to the child Then losse of that must needs proue heartiest greefe That from the heart takes place and offspring cheefe If Dauid lou'd his Absolon so vvell That he vvith vveeping vvishd t'haue died for him Who false and disobedient did rebell Yet did his loue no vvhit the more abhorre him Or reuerent Iacob teares aboundant shed To heare his sonnes but faine their brother dead If holy Iob himselfe so patient bore To giue meeke eare to many a greeuous crosse Destruction of his cattell flockes and store Vntill he heard his deerest childrens losse And then his greefes extreamest did abound Renting his garments falling on the ground Needs must in mournfull sorrow's dire complaints The blessed Virgin farre excell all other What soule vvith dolours euer so acquaints As this most carefull comfort wanting Mother To see her God life father loue and sonne By bitt'rest torments vnto death be donne No earthly loue on such perfection grounded But that the same may be defectiue proued Loue of the sonne to mother vvas vnbounded Sonne of the mother vvas the like beloued All power of Angels powrelesse only proues To vveigh or measure those vnmeasur'd loues Of loue vvith vvoes by crosse shevveping stood There sending sighs to heav'n and teares to ground Of loue vvith paines on crosse he streamed blood There death he conquer'd hell he did confound Such vvas his loue that lou'd vvhen vve vvere hatefull To die for loue vvhen sinne vvas most vngratefull FINIS Deus meus deus meus vt quid me dereliquisti MY God said Christ vvhen God to God cōplained My God vvho am true God and perfect man Why hast thou my distres'd estate refrained Thou doest seuere sinnes imputation scan Forsaken in this strait thy selfe bereauing Me to afflictions cruel'st torments leauing Vntaught till now vvas Iesus to complaine Though infinite the vvrongs he vnder-went He vvelcom'd euery torment greefe and paine Afflictions could not mooue his discontent All gaue offence vvhich he imputes to none Only his father now accus'd alone When violence did vvith outrage apprehend him His patient yeelding did most meekely beare it When blasphemies vvith taunts of spight offend him He silent seem'd as though he did not heare it In all the furie they did execute He stood like lambe before the shearer mute He not complain'd of Peter that denide him Nor yet of Iudas that most false betrayde him Nor those in Pilats hall that did deride him Nor gracelesse Iewes his owne that disobay'd him But his complaint vvas of his father made Not meant to those denide condemn'd betray'de Gods angry vvrath seuerely set gainst sinne The vvares that Sathan sold man dearely bought With losse of grace the trafficke did beginne Heau'ns losse soules death hels dome eternall vvrought That vvrath on Christs humanity abounded Who only cur'd vvhat sinne had mortall vvounded As man threw sinne at God as in despight And God cast plagues on man reuenge to fall The sinne vvhere with man gainst his God did fight And punishments God chastned man vvithall On Christ that stood twixt wrath and sinne was laid He could not sinne yet sinners sinne vvas made He laid our sorrowes burden on his sprite When he indur'd his bitter agonie He tooke our death on him vvounding deaths might When he on crosse Deaths conquerour did die He vnderwent afflictions heauiest loade Reducing soules from hell to heau'ns aboade FINIS Sitio

life vvas nothing els but stintlesse passion From cratch to crosse hee trod a painefull path Betwixt our guilt and Gods reuengefull vvrath What paines their paines to Iesus not impart What moment tortures vvant did he indure What anguish addes not to his greeued heart What minute vvas he sorrowlesse secure What age vvherein his troubles were neglected What people but his death cheefly affected In eies he suffred monefull showres of teares His face had spittings and dispightfull blowes Blasphemous speech vpbraid his sacred eares Most loathsome carrion stinckes entred his nose Gaule in his mouth the holiest hands were bound Hands feet heart head were nailed pierc'd crownd From his birth-hower vntill his life-lost blood What moment past vvhere in hee did not merite What minute scap'd imploiment vnto good Who did implore his grace and he deferre it How painfully his preaching spent the day How watchfully his nights vvere houres to pray Whom taught this Truth that him for truth beleeued Though truth vvithout his presence ne're vvas knowne With whom did he conuerse and vvas vngreeued How ill intreated euen amongst his owne Though foxe and bird could find both hole and nest Where found his head reposed place for rest Pouertie hee indured in the manger Warre vvith the tempter in the vvildernesse Exile in Aegypt forc'd by tirants danger And on the vvay o're-painfull vvearinesse In all his speech and actions contradictions Laden vvith vvrongs burdned vvith dire afflictions VVith hungers sword food-giuer vvas acquainted And that the stone-presenting deuill saw At Iacobs vvell vvith thirst he vvel-nie fainted VVhile pinching vvoman stood on tearmes to draw All vvants and vvoes impos'd vpon him still And his obedience suffered euery ill Traitor-led troopes by night did apprehend him Haling him cruell to the iudgement hall VVhere all inflicted torments did offend him And mockeries to greeue his soule vvithall There Iudge vvas iudg'd king scorned priest abus'd And of all Iust the Iust vniustly vs'd Thence to his death vvith clamours shouts and cries Theeues at his side the torturing hangman by him His crosse his burden borne before his eies Hart-launcing Longius the Centurion nie him His friends aloofe inuiron'd round vvith foes Thus vnto death soules loue sweet Iesus goes Victoriously vpon the dunghill field He manag'd combate vvith the roaring Lion Old serpent death and hell at once did yeeld All vanquisht by triumphant lambe of Sion Performing in that glorious bloodie fight The euer conquest of infernall might FINIS The wonders at Christs death THat instant hower the vvorlds Redeemer di'de And breathed out his soule vpon the crosse Heav'ns glorious lampe abating all his pride Bewail'd in blacke his murdred makers losse Turning his splendant beames of gold to drosse The Moone like suted in a sable vveed Mourned for sinnes outragious bloody deed VVhen Iosua Israels valiant captaine praid And in his praier coniuring did command The firmaments bright eie stand still it staid Till he vvas victor of the vvickeds band Waighting vpon Gods battaile then in hand Yeelding the richest treasure of his light Lengthning the vvant of day vvith day-made night But here reflecting light to darkesome change Shaming to see vvhat shamelesse sinne had done VVas more admir'd to alter kind so strange Then vvhen he ceas'd his posting course to run Loue to Gods forces his bright staying vvonne But now beholding Sathans power preuailing He turn'd the day to night in darknesse vvailing At death of Christ appear'd foure signes of vvonder To euidence diuine and God-like might The first The temples vaile did rent in sunder Next Sunne and Moone extinguisht both their light Affoording darknesse to blind Iewish sight Then flintie stones deuiding part in twaine And Saints from graues reuiv'd to life againe What faithlesse Iew or gracelesse Atheist can With impious tongue sound out blasphemous breath Affirming Christ to be but only Man VVhose dietie vvrought vvonders after death VVonders in heauen strange miracles on earth Of each beholders heart feare tooke possession And taught the Pagan captain Truths confession Thou canst not say those vvorkes vvere Magickes art From slaunders charge Christs power diuine is free His soule vvas fled and did before depart His liuelesse bodie euery eie did see No charming vvords by dead tongues vttred be Thou must of force confesse true God-head by it Or say that Mallice vvilfull doth denie it FINIS The Funerals of Iesus WHen Iosephs suite had got the Iudges leaue To take sweet Iesus from the bloodie crosse VVhose blessed life Iewes blindnesse did bereaue To our eternall gaine their endlesse losse Christs night-disciple aidfull did agree To take his bodie from that guiltie tree The Virgine mother cheefe in mournefull teares VVith holy Maries twaine that stintlesse wept To Caluarie both sheet and odours beares There must the sacred funerall be kept VVhō hearts did loue him vvith their feet they sought Teares in their eies hands myrrhe and aloes brought Their greefes and labours they deuide in parts Partaking each t'affoord some needfull thing True faith and loue vvas seated in their hearts On shoulders ladders armes the shroud doe bring Their hands haue ointments eies with teares abounds Teares well imploi'd to wash his bloodie wounds With tired steps they ouertooke the place Where store of vveeping dew moistned the ground The Sunne vvas hid nights darke approcht apace Greefes did surprise dolours increase abound Whom infidels nail'd vp did pierce and crowne Faithfull from Crosse act holy taking downe Before the same to signe a perfect zeale They cast themselues so low as earth gaue leaue In reuerence of those vvounds that only heale All feauer'd soules blood-salue from thence receaue Which vvorship vvell perform'd they sighing rise And towards the crosse all guide plaint-pouring eies The honourable two old aged men Aduis'd the rest respect vvhat scanting time Remain'd to annoint and shroud and burie then Their ladders raising vp the crosse they clime Teares sighs and sobs descend ech step they goe While eies wet Orators repli'de below On Iacobs ladder ioifull Angels sing No iarre their heav'nly musicke did restraine On Iosephs ladder teares to top they bring And mournefull sobs send sorrowes downe againe Those heav'nly quires partake no tunes like this Christs bitter death vvas faultie mans amisse When hands and feet they carefull did vn-naile Letting the body downe conieal'd in gore This vvas the obiect Visage wan and pale Eies turn'd in head his flesh all rent and tore Scull boared through thornes spurting out his braines Bones out of ioint and full of broken vaines Vpon the ground the holy corpes being laid Most reuer'nt vvhere the shrouding sheet was spred His blessed Mother full of vvoes dismaid Renew'd her plaints vvith showers of teares she shed Whom Iudas sold for thirty pence aliue To buy him dead her pearled drops did striue The taske of Sorrowes equall to deuide At Iesus head laments his pensiue mother Ioseph with Nichodemus at one side And both the Maries place them at the other Thus bout the mangled