Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	dead_a	holy_a	pilate_n	2,163	5	11.4686	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08362	The meroure of an Chrstiane [sic], composed ... by Robert Norvell ...	Norvell, Robert.; Marot, Clément, 1495?-1544.	1561 (1561)	STC 18688; ESTC S100619	59,722	149

vs Lord from all maner of ill According to thy pleasure and thy will For strength and might perteneth onelie to th● To whom be gloir and prais eternallie So be it ❧ The 12. articles of our beleū I Trow in God the Father Lord of all That made the earth and heauen celestiall And in Christ Iesu his onelie Sonne most sweit Our Lord consaued by the holie Spreit And of the blissed virgin Marie borne By Pilat falslie iudged rent and torne Crucified dead syne laid in buriall Descended to the helles infernall From death to lyfe he rose on the thrid day Ascended to the heauen where he alway Doeth sit on the right hand of God celest Where bodilie he doeth ●emane and rest ●t the last day from thence shal come with speid Iustlie to iudge the leuing and the deid I beleue in the holie Spre●t Their is an Church of God discreit Of holie sainctes communione And of our sinnes remissione The rising of the fleshe mortall And after lyfe perpetual● In this faith I for euermore Will trust thogh I should die theirfore So be it ❧ The ten Commandementes LIft vp your heartes oppen your eares Hard harted people for till heir The word of God that now appeares And his Commandementes leir I am thy God celestiall From seruitude deliuered the. Thou shall not haue therefore at all No other goddes but onelie me No image to the make thou shall Painted nor carued curious Nor on thy knees before them fall For I thy Lord am ielious His Holie name most venerable Take not in vaine nor it dispryse For God will 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 culp●●●● That him bl●sph●mes in any wyse Sex dayes wirk but on the seuen Rest thou thy seruand and thy beast For that ylk day the God of heauen Reposed ▪ and his workes blest Father and mother honour aye That thou may long the earth posses And so the ground to the alway Her frutes shall yeild with great Incres In couatice desire thou noght Frome thy nighbour by thoght nor stryfe That which is his or he hath boght His beast his seruand nor his wyfe Be no man killer nor homicid Adulterar nor witnes fals Be not an these in thoght nor deid No sclanderare nor lier al 's O Lord thy wordes of efficace Are clearer nor the somers day Intill our heartes Imprint thy grace After this law the to obay So be it ❧ Grace before dynner O Souerane Lord Pastour and heid Loke and behold this compangnie Of thy goodes suffre vs to feid And vse our selues soberlie Without excesse or glouttonie For who that doeth the fear and dreid Thou takes thought on them dailie Their bodies for to cleith and feid So be it ❧ Grace after dynner ▪ O Lord that gaue vs in command To take no thoght for the nixt daye For this that we do vnderstand Thou feidis vs we prayse the aye Since it hath pleased the alwaye With meat and drinke to feid our fleshe So with the bread of lyfe we praye Thou will our sinfull soules refreshe So be it ❧ The Pellicane ●iguring Iesus Christ THe Pellicane of the forest celest Amonges his workes notable and new After the heauen the Angelles and the rest He made his birdes of diuers sindrie hew Allone them left and sine awaye he flewe And gaue them their ●rewill and libertie In to the forest of Parradice to be Where that the tre of lyfe it grew and stude Set by the Pellicane of humilitie To saue his birdes that spared not his blud But as they sang sweit and melodious Into that wood as plesand nightingailles An fouler false vgsume and odious Their with his nettes and girnes soir assailles Syne baneist them the gairdings the vailles Because till ouer high frute they did pretend To wilsome vailles dailles thē were they send Where they remaned long in seruitude Abiding the Pellicane their mis for till amend To saue his birdes that spared not his blude Down from the wood of Angelles bright cleir This Pellicane for loue did swiftlie flie Where he ●and Rawens did his smal birdes deir And shed his blood in streimes ●rwellie Withoutten reuth this Pellicane they gart die Denud of mercie they did him rug and ryue With patience to death he thoild them driue His faltles fleshe because their was no ●ude Nor medicicine could saue his birdes lyue Whill from his tendre heart they re●t his blud The Rauens at the Iewes full of feid Vniustlie put this Pellicane to deid Which doeth betoken Christ both God and man The birdes are the creatures humane The fals fouler the laithlie serpent rude That gart misknow the heauenlie Pellicane To saue his birdes that spared not his blude O Iesu Christ my Lord so sweit That for me vile sinner indigne Thou suffred from the heid to feit Thy bodie for till scorge and ding Thy face ouerspred with foull spitting In to deris●one with great skorne Syne on thy head did thrust and thring An kene and crwell pricking thorne To saue me sinner full of vice Thou was the obligatione Thou made the contract and the price That thou should suffce passione To saue me frome dampnatione That was prepared for Adames seid Frome hell vnto saluatione Thou boght me with thy pretious deid I know Iesus thy patience Hath borne my great fragilitie My sinnes eik and my offence Thou bure them to the death with the. Since thou hes borne suche loue to me and su●fred hast such paines fell To saly ray death and miserie That spared not to die thy sell Lord I the pray with heart and minde Lay not to me my sinfulnes Sith thou hast ben● to me so kinde And tholid h●s so great distresse The vinagre and bitterues The scourges skornes and the strife Mot fil me with the great sweitnesse Of peace and euerlasting lyfe Thy holie death surmount and slaye The dolent dead now of my saull Thy pretious blood mot weshe awaye My vncleinnes and vices all The sufflettes suffred in the haull The bandes that band thy handes and feit Mot breck now and perpetuall That bandes of sinne that hurtes my spreit The nailles and the crown of thorne The spitting the strokes and the speir The noddes the shamefull death and skorne The wicked wordes that thou did heir The heauie croce that thou did beir The tormentes of thy death crewell Mot draw my soule to the full neir And saue me frome the paines of hell Lord thy glorificatione Mot clenge my soule and my bodie And in the resurrectione Reforme my great iniquitie Sen I am figurat to the That aye shall regne perpetuum An leuand God in persones thre In world of worldles for to cum ❧ Ane Ballad of the spirituall and carnall vnderstanding of Christes wordes This is my bodie and blood c. Iohn 6. ALlone musing as I forthe went An suddane slepe did me assaye I thoght my spirit was frome me rent Vpon the ground where as I laye I heard an voyce