Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	good_a	great_a	12,795	5	2.7735	3	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96943	A Worthy example of a vertuous wife, who fed her father with her own milk: being condemned to be starved to death, and afterwards pardoned by the emperor. The tune is, Flying fame.		1661-1674 (1674)	Wing W3629E; ESTC R234159	2,101	1

A Worthy example of a vertuous Wife who fed ● her ●ather with her own Milk being condemned to be starved to death and afwards pardon●d by the Emperor The Tune is Flying Fame IN Rome I read a Noble-man the Emperor did offend And for that fault he was adjudg'd unto a cruel end That he should be in prison cast with Irons many a one And there be famisht unto death and brought to skin and bone And more if any one were known by night or yet by day To bring him any kind of food his hunger to allay The Emperor swore a mighty Oath without r●morse quoth he They should sustain the crueld`st death that could devised be This cruel sentence once pronounc`d the Noble-man was cast Into a Dungeon dark and déep with Irons fettered fast Where when he had with hunger great remained ten days space And neither tasted meat nor drink in this most woful case The tears along his aged fa●s most plentiously did fall And grievously he did begin for to compain withal O Lord quoth he what shall I do so hungry Lord am I For want of bread one bit of bread I famish sta●he and dye How precious is one grain of Wheat unto my hungry soul One crust or crumb or little piece my hunger to contro●l Had I this Dungeon heapt with gold I would forgo it all To buy and purchase one brown loaf yea were it ne`r so small O that I had but ever day one bit ofbread to eat Though ne'r so moldy black or brown my comfort would be great Yea albeit I took it up trode down in dirt and mire It would be pleasing to my taste and sweet to my desire Good Lord how happy is the Hind that labours ali the day The drudging Mule the Peasant poor that at command do stay They have their Ordinary meals they take no herd at all Of those swéet crumbs and crusts y ● they do carelesly let fell How happy is that little Chick that without fear may go And pick up those most precious ●r●mbs which they away did throw O that some pretty little Mouse so much my friend would be To bring some old forsaken crust into this place to me BUt oh my heart it is in vain no succour I can have No meat nor drink nor water ●ke my loathed life to save O bring some bread for Christ his sake some bread some bread for me I dye I dye for lack of food none but st●ne Walls I sée Thus day and night he cryed out in most outragious sort That all the Country far and neer were griev'd at his report And though that many friends he had and Daughters in the town Yet none durst come to succor him fearing the Emperors frown Yet now behold one Daughter dear he had as I do find Who liv'd in his displeasure great for matching against his mind Although she liv'd in mean estate she was a vertuous Wife And for to help her Father dear she ventured thus her life She quickly to her Sisters went and of them did intreat That by some secret means they would convey their Father meat Our Father dear doth starve she said the Emperours wrath is such He dies alas for want of food whereof we have too much Swéet sisters therefore use some means his life for to preserve And suffer not your Father dear in Prison for to starve Alas quoth they what shall we do his hunger to sustain You know 't is death for any one that would his life maintain And though we wish him well qd they we never will agree To spoil our selves we had as lief that he should dye as we And sister if you love your self let this attempt alone Though you do ne'r so secred Work at length it will be known O hath our Father brought us up and nourisht us quoth she And shall we now forsake him quite in his extreamity No I will venture life and limb to do my father good The worst that is I can but dye to fit a Tyrants mood With that away in hast she hies and to the Prison goes But with her woful Father dear she might not speak God knows Except the Emyeror would grant her favour in that case The Kéeper would admit no Wight to enter in that place Then she unto the Emperor hies and fa●●ing on her knee With wringing hands and bitter tears these words pronounced she My hopeless Father gracious Lord offending of your grace Is Iudg'd unto a pining death within a woful place Which I confess he hath deserv'd yet mighty Prince quoth she Vouchsafe in gracious sort to grant one simple boon to me It chanced so I match my self against my Fathers mind Whereby I did procure his Wrath as fortune hath assing'd And seeing now the is come he must resign his breath Vouchsafe that I may speak with him before his hour of death And reconcile my self to him his favour to obtain That when he dyes I may not th●● under his curse remain The Emperor granetd her request conditionally that she Each time unto her Father came should throughly serched be no meat nor bread she with her brought to help him there distrest But every day she nourisht him with milk from her own Breast Thus by her milk he was preserb'● a twelve month and a day And was most fair and fat to see yet no man knew which way The Emperour musing much thereat at length did understand How he was fed and not his Law was broke at any hand And much admired at the same and her great vertue shown He pardon'd him and honoured her with great preferments known Her father ever after that did love her as his life And blest the time that she was mad● a loving Wedded Wife Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright