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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	abode_n	day_n	zion_n	23	3	8.5370	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06558	[The lyf of our lady]	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1484 (1484)	STC 17023; ESTC S100681	89,151	190

attendaunce My spryte also with herte thought in fere Reioysid bath with fulsum habundaunce In god that is myn herte souerayn entere And al my ioye and al my suffysaunce My hole desyre and al my sustenaunce Within my thought so depe he is graue That but in hym wythout variaunce In al this world I can no gladnes haue For he from heuen goodly hath beholde Of his handmayde the humylite Wherfore in soth al onely for he wolde Alle kynredys shal blessyd calle me Of the whiche the thanke o lord be vnto the With pace and honour of euery voyce tunge Thorow armony of sothfast vayte For this allone be to thy name sunge For he to me hath do thynges grete Of hygh renowne and passyng excellence His grace made fully in● to flete For he is myghty of his magnyfyce n●e His name holy and moste of reuerence That wyl I leue hit shal me neuer sterte With al my trewe faythful dyligence To thanke hym of al my hoole herte And he his mercy most passyngly famous For kyn to kyn so doun to kynrede Shal thorow his grace be so plenteuous Perpetually that it shal procede And specially to them that louen and drede Myn owne lorde with herte wylle and mynde To suche his pyte shal euer sprynge sprede Of due right neuer be behynde He hath his arme enforced maad stronge His dreedful myght that men may see knowe And proude men they reyne not ful longe He seruyd hath maad him ful bowe With al his herte doun of the wh●le hem throwe For to abate hir surquedrye and pryde Or they were ware her pompe was ouerthrowe Ful sodenly and seyde her boste a syde And myghty tyrauntes from her ryal see He hath avalyd and y put a doun Aod humble and meke for hir humy●●te He hath enhaunced to ful hygh renowne For he can make atransmutacion From bowe to hygh as it is seen ful ofte And whan hym list the domynacion Of worldly pompe to falle ful vnsofte He hath fulfilled and fosteryd in her nede With the goodes of plenteuous largenesse Hem that were hungry I●dygent in drede And hem relecid of al her wretchidnesse And he the riche hath raught from his richesse Ful wylde waste to make vpon the playne And sodenly plungyde in distresse Al solytarye left hym lygge in vayne For he his chylde chosen of Israel Benygnely hath taken to his grace And of his mercy is remembrid wel To wyde onely vengeaunce from his face And humble pees shal ocupye hys place And pyte shal be sosid in his stalle And trouthe shal his right so enbrace To sette mercy aboue his werkys alle As he hath spoken faythfully behyght To our faders that hath ben here tofore To abraham to his sede of right That his mercy shal leste euermore For nere his mercy al the world were lore Vnto the whiche to make man attayne He ha●h made mercy our kynde to restore And of al his werkis to be souerayne How our lady after the byrthe of saynt Iohn baptist torned to nazareth capitulo xxiij aNd whan this blessyd gracious dytee Was sayd to god deuoutly of marie I fynde after playnly how that she Stylle in the howe bood of zacharye Thre monthes the gospel may not lye And after that I rede in certayne To nazareth that she went agayne And there abode in contemplacion In her prayers alwey day by day With many an holy medytacion To queme her lord in what she can or maan From whom hir thought went neuer Hir ful mynde ne hir remembraunce For but in hym she hath no plesaunce In al thys world of no maner thynge For al her ioye was on hym to thynke What euer she dyd prayeng or worchyng No thynge but he myght in her herte synke For fynally whether she wake or wynke Amyd hir herte he was alwey present So fixe on hym was sette her hoole entent And day by day this holy lyf she ladde This parfyt mayde thorow hygh deuocion So feruent loue vnto god she had There may be made no deuysyon For she sequestrid hir opynyon From al the world let it playnly goon So hole to god she gaf hir herte alloon For euer in loue she brent more amd more Toward god in his hygh seruyse Was al hir lust with herte sette so sore Al erthely thyng she fully doth despyse And day by day her wombe gan to ryse Through the fulfillyng of the holy ghoost Therein by loke whom she louyd moste This mene while Ioseph ay soiourned In galylee god wote ful Innocent Of al this thyng and why he not retorned Was for that he was so diligent In carpentrye with al his ful entent Sundry werkis of meruaylous empryse By carpentrye to forge and deuyse For in this crafte inpassyng excellence He had in soth hygh discressyon And was had most in reuerence Of al the werkmen of that regyon And for he had in connyng suche renowne Lyke a mayster ther is nomore to seye The werkmen al his byddyng dyd obeye And when he had al his werke acheuyd He is repayryd to nazareth ageyn But lord how he was in his herte ameuyd When that marye he hath with chylde y seyn That sore astonyd he not what he may seyn So at his herte hit sat so Inwardly Tyl at th● laste he abrayed sodaynly And said allas how hit is falle of newe In myn absence or what thyng may this be 〈◊〉 this mayde so faithful so trewe 〈◊〉 with chylde god wote not with me That somtyme had auowyd chastyte And to my kepyng eke delyuerd was What shal I saye of this sodeyn caas What shal I answer my self to excuse Vnto the bysshop yf he me appose For eyther must I playnly hir accuse Or my gylt with this gylt enuose This thynge is opene I may it not enclose O blessyd god so do me now this grace Out of my brest this wooful ghoost to trase For certes lord hit were thy wylle I had leuer vtterly to deye Than thorow my worde this mayde for to spylle As I mote nede yf I hir bewraye And on my self yf I the charge laye For to afferme she hath conceyuyd by me I mote accuse hir vow of chastyte And so my sylf appeche of vntreuth Sithen I in soth dyd hir neuer knowe O blessyd lord haue on this mater reuthe For vtterly my wyt is brought so lowe To see corne growe where no sede is sowe And reson also platly can I none How a mayde with chylde shold gone And floure forthe in hir vyrgynyte I neuer sawe ne neuer yet dyd rede And this I doubte my reson can not see How that marie hath kept her maydenhede In myn absence this I double drede My witte is brought wote not where to torne For double cause that I haue now to morne That one is this that my fantasye May neuer accorde that she dyd offence And reson playnly agaynward doth denye

Sone of the fader withouten spotte al clene That doest away the worldes synne and tene Haue mercy on vs of thyn hygh goodnesse Syth thou thy self in parfyte holynesse Allone thou art sothely holy and no moo And lord allone ouer al thynge And worthyest and hyghest eke also O crist Ihesu of heuen and erthe kynge With the holy ghoost in glorye reynyng Ay with the fader by eternyte Thre knyt in one thrugh parfyte vnyte How the shepherdys founden cryst wyth our lady capitulo xliiij aNd whā the aungels with this heuēly sōge The byrth of crist had magnefyed With parfyte gladnesse that was hem amonge To heuen anone ageyn they haue hem hyed And the hi●rdys by one accorde alyed Ben hastely vnto bethlem gone Where they founden when they came anone Marie and Ioseph and the chylde also Leyd in a stable accordyng euery dele As the aungel had sayd hem vnto And of the sight they lyked wonder wele And in h●m self gan knowe and fele That al was soth that they sayd afore Of the aungel how a chylde was bore In to this world mankynde for to saue After the recorde of olde prophecye Wherof they ganne so grete a ioye haue That al attones they gan magnefye God aboue deuoutly and to glorefye Retornyng hem deuoyde of euery smerte And marie choos within hir herte Conseruyd al that she dyd see Worde and dede and euery maner thynge That befylle in this natyuyte Ful secretly theron ymagenynge And prudently hir self gouernynge Kepte hir sone with al her besy cure Whiche on this day as sayth bonauenture Lyke a spouse from his chambre is goon His chosen chyldre thrugh his benygnyte In his chirche to ioye hem of syon By parfyte pees sothfast vnyte And he this day hath shewyd the beaute Of his face of excellente fayrnesse In whos honour this day of hygh gladnesse Was made the ympne the gospel sayth also Our alther myrthe and ioye to encrees Gloria in excelcis deo And in erthe this day a parfyt pees To man was shewyd withouten ony lees And as saith powle goddis benygnyte This day apperid in our humanyte How god wold not be borne but of a mayde moder and wyf capitulo xlv aNd ouer this as he eke telle can God was this day in symylitude In erthe honoured in liknesse of man And he this day his godhede dyd enclude In our manhode and shortely to conclude This day also yf I shal not feyne Befyl also other thynges tweyne The wonderfullest and most meruaylous That euer yet were seen tofore Wherof no wyght by kynde is capyous First how god to saue that was forlore Lowly in erthe list to be bore And how a mayde in hir virgynyte Myght also chylde and a moder be The whiche thynges passen and transende Reson of man by kyndes liknesse But fayth aboue must al comprehende And hit enbrace by parfyt stablenesse And make his grounde vpon the wytnesse Of prophe●es whiche in her prophecye So longe aforne gan to speke and crye After the comyng of thys myghty kynge Our olde woo and trouble to enchace To whom dauyd sayd in his writyng O b●●sful lord shewe to vs thy face And we in sothe onely thorugh thy grace Shullen saued be from al myschyef drede And also now in our grete nede Sende to vs thy comfortable light Vs to enlumyne liggyng in derknesse Eke ysaye with al his Inward sight Vp to heuen gan his loke to dresse And said lord of thy grete goodnesse Out of desert from the hard stone Vnto the doughter dwellyng in syone Send doun thy lambe fulfilled wyth mekenesse T●at lordshyp hath and domynacion Of al the erthe our dole to redresse And wold god for our sauacion This myghty lord for to come a doun The hygh heuenes wold brek● on tweyne Vs to releue of that we so compleyne And dauyd spake eke this lord vnto In the sawter our sorowes for to fyne And sayd lord in relees of our woo In hygh heuyns thy mercy make enclyne And doun dyscende lat thy grace shyne Vpon vs wretchis in the vale of sorow And lord do dawe thy holy glad morowe Quod salamon and shewe to vs thy light Of thy mercy rewe on our distresse And with thy vertues that be so moche of myght That no man may counte theym ne expresse Fulfylle syon with hygh gladnesse Thy peples hertes make to renewe That thy prophetes may be founde trewe For out of the shal procede anone The myghty kyng and lord of Israel And now this day is coruen out of stone Without hondes of that holy helle Of whiche somtyme the prophete danyelle In his book wrote so longe aforne To signefye that there shold be borne At Iherusalem where as a myghty kynge Shal come in haste his peple to vysite And he shal brynge pees in his comynge Of whom the power shal not be a lyte For hit shal laste as hym lyst to wryte From see to see and al the erthe sprede Thorugh out the world in lengthe and brede And baruk commaunded to Iherusalem To be holde in al his beste entente Toward the brightnesse of the sonne beme And wysely loke in to the orient To see the gladnesse that this day is sent Doun to the erthe now that criyst is bore Of whos comyng so many a day afore Spake ysaye sayd in wordes playne The hygh heuens doo your grace adewe And sayd also the skyes shold rayne Vpon erthe her moysture for to shewe And bad the grounde eke in wordes fewe For to opyn and thus this heuenly shoure For to brynge our alther sauyour And Ieromye spake eke of this day And said on heyght god shold make sede A grayne of dauyd fayrer than floure in maye Whiche in fresshnes shal euer sprynge sprede And conserue Iuda out of drede And eke Israel kepe in sykernesse And he shal make dome and rightwysnesse Vpon the erthe of hygh and lowe degree And rightwysnes men shal his name calle Whan he cometh to sitte in the see Of kyng dauyd in his ryall stalle And he also tofore the prestys alle Bothe of Iuda and leuy shal deuyse With newe encence to do sacrefyse To god aboue for the grete offence Of the peple and ignoraunce With his offeryng make recompence Or that the swerde be whette of vengeaunce Euen lyke as made is remembraunce In malachye in the same wyse This sonne of lyf shal sprynge and aryse To al the that hym loue and drede And ben expectant with al humylite On his comyng to suche he shal out shede His light of grace at his natyuyte Wherfore be glad lyke as hit may be Thou bethleme y callyd effrata Though thou be lytyl namyd in Iuda For ●ut of the shal procede anone The myghty kyng and lord of Israel And now this day is coruen out of stone Withouten ●●ndes of that holy helle Of the 〈◊〉 somtyme the prophete danyelle In his ●●ke wrote so longe aforne ●o sig●efye