Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	command_v	day_n	sabbath_n	10,415	5	9.9260	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01910	A newe booke called the shippe of safegard, wrytten by G.B. Anno. 1569; Shippe of safegard.	Googe, Barnabe, 1540-1594.	1569 (1569)	STC 12049; ESTC S120332	36,343	82

and in what sort it lies But that it can by no man be exprest That place of ioy aboue the starrie skies Appointed only for the godly and blest By any wit can not be throwly scand Ne can be blasde by any mortall hand The ioyes are such as cannot here be tolde No pen can paint nor tongue can tell the kinde The gorgeous sight that saints shall here beholde Surmounts the reach of any earthly minde And passeth aye a hundreth thousand folde The sweetest pleasures that in thys world we finde No eye hath seene no eare hath euer harde The ioyes that are for godly men preparde Applie thy minde to seeke this happy place Put all thy strength and all thy force thereto Call vnto God continually for grace As Christ hath taught seeke alwayes for to doe Set alwayes him and his before thy face So shalt thou come the blessed hauen to So thou thy selfe with eyes shalt plainly see What ioy what pleasures there preparde bee 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The death of S. Polycarpus Bishop of Smyrna and disciple to saint Iohn Euseb lib. 4. WHen fierce Alecto moued the mindes of gracelesse wicked men To persecute the sacred Church of Christ beginning then And all the furies breaking loose from hell with cancred spite Did seeke by all the meanes they could to quench that heauenly light The poore afflicted Christian flocke was spoyled on euerie side And euerie woluish tongue and tooth in bloud of saints was dide Ech vertuous man tormented was and godly men were slaine And hauocke made of holy harts with hatred and disdaine The worthie father Polycarp a man of auncient yeares With aged countnance beautified and deckt with siluer heares Was sought for now and followed fast with foote of cruell foe No place of safegard left for him nor path of peace to goe In euerie place was watch and warde and spials out were sent By bloudie suite to ouerthrow and trap the innocent But he not moued with all this rage In quiet doth remaine Accounting life and pleasures lost for Christ his chiefest gaine Yet following counsell of his frendes vnto a secret place He doth depart and quietly remaining there a space With humble heart doth call to God and prayeth continually For christian Church his friends and such as liue in miserie For thus he vsed euermore throughout all his life to praye Continuing with his godly friends in prayer night and daye Thus three dayes hole in prayer past he takes at length his rest And whilst vpon his bed he lies with quiet sleepe possest Him seemeth in his dreame hee sees the Pillow all on flame That round about encompasseth his head vpon the same Which blasing round about the bed with firie countnance bright In little time as thought him then consumes the Bolster quight Awaking from this fearefull dreame He lifteth vp his hed Declareth that this vision straunge of firie flaming bed Doth plainly show that shortly he must lose his life in fire And leaue his aged limmes in flame for Christ his chiefe desire Yet once againe at friends request from thence he flies away In seeking out some couert place the safer for to pray Yet ceaseth not the tyrants foote for to pursue him still But ransa king in euerie place the guilt●esse bloud to spill Findes out at length the happie house wherin this father good Had entred for to scape the hands of Sathans cursed brood The day was almost at an ende and sunne declining fast Upon the foming Occean seas his eyes began to cast When as the cursed Catchpolles found this sacred secret place They make no more but vp they hie with swift and hastie pace A Garret was there placed aloft where as this vertuous man Lay quietly vpon his bed not fearing daunger than The aged father riseth vp and meetes his enimies With countance comly to beholde in sweete and pleasant guise Whereat the messengers amased doe wonder verie much That such a worthie father olde of grace and goodnes such Should thus be sought for in this sort by cruell tyrannie And well deseruing long to liue should thus vntimely die His youth in vertue alwayes spent his age in honor led Deserued with better quietnesse to rest his horie head But he not weying force of man nor cruell enimie Embracing tokens true of death determineth to die Such was his loue to Christ his Lorde that through this vale of strife By death he rather followes him than him forsakes for life No torment of the tyrants hand nor feare of cruell smart Could once amase his vertuous minde nor daunt his sacred hart He willes them straight to lay the borde and for to bring him meate And to his foes as to his friends Appointeth ghestly seate Desiring them but libertie to pray an houres space Which once obtainde he falleth downe and groueling on his face In such a comly sort he prayes that all that present stood ●mased were and euen those that sought to shed his blood To take him there repented much that they had trauailde so In hunting for so good a man of force commaunded tho They soried much that they should take and bring to cruell paine Do sweete a seruant of the Lordes so vertuous and so plaine His prayer fully finished then His tine was now at hand Upon an Alse they hoyst him vp and compast with their bande They lead him toward the citie streight vpon the Sabboth day Thus in his iourney trauailing there meetes him on the way One Herode that Lieutenant was Nicetas eke with him That father of this Herod was and causing him come in Unto the chariot where they sat still passing on their way They him perswade to cast off Christ and on this sort they say What hurt or perill can it be what yll can thus arise In calling of the Emperour God and offring sacrifice Lo this is all that thou shalt doe what matter great is this What fault can herewithall be found what thing is here amisse By doing thus thou sauest thy life and all thy friends shalt please And spend thy aged yeares in rest and passe thy time in ease These words with silence first he heard and as they yet proceede What needes more words than these saith he I will not doe this deede Ne will I call your Emprour God nor offer sacrifice In vaine you me disswade my minde is settled otherwise Offended with this aunswere much they both began to frowne And with despite from out the Coche they threw him headlong downe The fall did hurt him verie sore but nothing him dismay For chearfully as voyde of hurt he holdeth on his way Unto the place where he should die beset on euerie hand With swarmes and throng of people rude that gasing on him stand Whereto as soone as he was come this voyce from heauen fell Be of good comfort Polycarpe and keepe thy conscience well No kinde of thing coulde there be seene yet many heard the voyce That louing him and