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	let_v	10,395	5	4.3193	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02620	An answere to a papystycall exhortacyon pretendynge to auoyde false doctryne, vnder that colour to maynteyne the same.	Bale, John, 1495-1563.	1548 (1548)	STC 1274A; ESTC S110821	5,950	22

on ther snought Ther churche must haue a fall Omnis plantatio quam non plantauit pate● ▪ What God hath not sowne Nor the gospell knowne Shall be turned ouer all The papyste Wo be to them that fayne so outwarde And be so pestylent enuyous inwarde To a graue maye I lyke them in dede That is without set full of goodly stones Within full of stynkynge rotten bones Loke the gospell and tede The christiane Lyke these ratte and mouse The poore wydowes house Your bellyes doth deuoure Ye sucke vppe the fatte For straynynge a gnatte In your vsurped poure Ve vobis quia similes estis sepulcris de albatis Who are the whyght graues But soche romyshe knaues And paynted hypocrytes Audite verbum domini principes sodomorū As vnder pretence Of chaste contynence Do playe the sodomytes The papyste They that be full of iniquyte Shall neuer com in christes companye Except they do amende God commaundeth those people to walke That agaynst men maliciouslye do talke And with peace do contende The chrystiane If Christe do refuse All soche as abuse The glorye of hys name Ye chaplaynes of ball Must nedes haue a fall And come to vtter shame Discedite a me omnes q operamini iniquitatē Ye lobbryshe lurkars And ydle workars Hence fro me sayth the lorde Frustra me colunt docentes doctrinas Your owne wayes ye vse And my lawes refuse Lyke as your frutes recorde The papyste Some heretylico of late as I thynke Wer lothe that ther flesh shuld stynke Aboue the erthe or within They loked euer and hoped for a daye But they were brent all thre by the waye And taken in ther owne gynne The christiane Attraytours ye wynke Natfelynge ther stynke So many as hath bene For a daye they wrought Whan ye no lesse thought Ye maye knowe what I mene In insidijs suis capiuntur inique ▪ c ▪ In your popyshe maske The grande captayne aske Was trapped in hys turne Durum est tibi contra stimulum calcitra ▪ Ye maye se by thys What daunger it is Agaynst goddes ▪ trewth to spurne The papyste To speke of good workes it were a shame They loued not to heare of that name But sola fides and none other Ther tonges ranne so moche vpon fayth But ther hartes were farre thēs as Crist sayth Ther lyppes and hartes were farre a sonder The chrystiane They neuer denyed Soche workes as fayth tryed But your apyshe fantasyes Your tunges and your hartes Paye neyther good partes In your lattyn memoryes Populus hic labijs me honorat cor eorum Your labour of lyppes Is so drye as chyppes God doth it nat esteme Vostransgredimini mandatum dei propter Ye leaue goddes precepte To haue your owne kepte Wherin ye do blaspheme The papyste Yf thou wylt take the byble boke And vpon saynt Iames pystle loke Ther you shall I trowe se How fayth is ther trewly applyed And good workes with hym tyed Se how they do agre The chrystiane Paule only of fayth Of workes saynt Iames sayth God doth vs iustifye Before God fayth thanne And workes before manne Concludeth thys controuersye Fides sine operibus mortua est The workes that you make Trew fayth do nat wake For why they are but chaffe Nolite margaritas ponere ante porcos Goddes worde doth diffyne That ye are but swyne Yefede in s●oylle and draffe The papyste Yf thou wylt a faythfull christen man be Loke thou haue fayth hope and charyte And do thou good for yll Let thy mouthe thy hart be without enuye That pleaseth God the kyng let it please the And hys mynde fulfyll The chrystiane All one are those thre And neuer dysgre Wher fayth is roted fast Our lorde God and kynge Ye haue wayed nothynge In your olde practyse past Time dominum filimi regem My sonne of all thynge Feare God and thy kynge Thus Salomon doth saye Achitophel contra Dauid consilium dedit ▪ With achitophell Ye papystes rebell And all your kynges betraye The papyste To speke of holy breade and holy water I intende not to medle with that mater But leaue it as it is Let vs one for an other praye With good hope as longe as we maye That we maye com to heuyns blys The chrystiane Olde hooles do nat cloute Least ye be spyed oute But tarrye yet a tyme Heuyn wyll nat be gote With your psalmes by note Yt is to hygh to clyme Tu domine singulariter in speconstituistime All they hope in vayne That styll do remayne In the dregges op popyshe lawes Sapientia huius mundi stultitia est apud deum Lyue they neuer so longe Ther fryndes here amonge They shall dye verye dawes The papyste To praye for them that thys worlde hath past I thynke surelye we maye not be agast Loke the scripture of I lye Rede the Machabees softlye thorow oute And ye shall fynde it no doute Yf you your dylygencs do applye The chrystiane Where Christ set no waye For dead men to praye It canne not them auayle That the Machabees tell Shall be no gospell Where other scripturs fayle Salubris est cogitatio pro defunctis exorate To make any mone For soules that are gone It is vnfaythfulnes Iustorum anime in manu dei sunt For they fele no rodde In the handes of godde But peace and quyetnes The papyste I wryte not thys intendynge to preche Neyther takynge vpon me any mā to teche My lernynge is not mete But because vnder holy pretente We shuld not hyde these heretykes offence But treade it vnder our fete The christiane Ye vtter soche trashe And pylde haberdashe As laye longe in your mynde But loke ye styll hyde All treason and pryde Of your olde popyshe kynde Noui● dominus viam iustorū iter impiorū All wayes of the iuste The lorde hath discuste The prestes dwell in ther dreames Dereliquerunt fontem aque viue foderunt In ther donge they lye Lyke boores in a stye For mudde they leaue the streames The papiste They that thynke that barnes was holy In ther braynes ther is great foly Iuge other men what they canne Surely he was by hym self alone To contende with hym duest not one He was so proper a manne The christiane As Paule doth recorde We are of the lorde To hym we stande or fall Take hede least ye swerue For he doth reserue Ryght iugement for ye all Abhominantur imp● eos qui in recta via sunt Ye wycked papystes In your drowsye mystes Abhorre the symple sort Quid nam est hoc quae doctrina hec noua Ye do not regarde Goddes worde to be harde But geue it yll report The papyste But yf the deuyll were here and brent Some wolde hym pyteously lament In ther hartes they be so kynde Hys confession shuld be kept as treasure And with some beleued aboue measure They are now so blynde The christiane If they take hys part That scripture peruart Stande you amonge hys fryndes A dyrtye beleue To the blynde ye geue To recreate ther myndes Non est in ore eorum veritas cor eorum van●● Your fayth is so weake No treuth can ye speake But hate all godly wayes O pastor idolum derelinquens gregem Ye robbe christes flocke And geue them a mocke In all your iuglynge playes The papyste All yll thoughtes in our hartes let vs eschue And lyke trew subiectes to our prince cōtynue We shall fynde it ease To hys pleasure let vs inclyne And not agaynst hys actes to repyne So God we shall please The chrystiane The false foxe that gawde Doth compas some frawde By hys false statterynge toyes Dyslemblars vntrewe Many prynces rewe Amonge these worldly Ioyes In cogitatione tua regi non detraha● Who doth a kynge hate But papystes that prate Agaynst all godlynes Sacerdotes beliscum suis cōcubinis in posturā Bellys dyrtye dyuynes With ther concubynes Hath wrought all fylthynes The papyste Ther is not in the worlde so wyde Set thys lyttle lande asyde That hath so noble and gentle a kynge Wherfore let vs all in one praye Euen to God both nyght and daye That longe maye he ouer vo be ●aygnynge The chrystiane God saue christen kynges From your practisynges For myschef ye intende Erom haters of treuth Good seldom enseuth Our prynce the lorde defende Beatate ▪ ra cuius rex nobilis est Happy is that soyle Wher christen men toyle Vnder a faythfull kynge Irritum fecistis pactum leui propter quod ▪ Where prestys do remayne And scripture dysdayne It is an heuy thynge Finis ☞ The appendyce or conclusyon NO bussarde so blynde But now sperueth hys mynde Now cometh hagge and tagge And shaketh out ther bagge They turne out ther trashe And shew ther haberdashe Ther pylde pedlarye And scalde scullerye Our olde romyshe ruste Leapeth out of the duste With a cankred face All voyde of goddes grace Thynkynge ones agayne In Englande to reyne And be hadde in pryce To maynteyne all vyce Ser Iohan now is bolde In yche place to scolde Where men do not care For pylde popyshe ware He doth them accuse And saye they refuse The lawes of the lorde Bryngynge false recorde They haue a new caste The scripturs to wraste And wrynge out of frame To ther vtter shame From treuth they do swerue Ther purpose to serue And care not for godde Nor hys ryghtfull rodde Lorde pyte thy flocke Whome now the prestys mocke Sturre vppe prynces hartes To stande on ther partes Least papystes haue powre Thy lammes to deuowre Whome vpon the rood Thou boutest with thy blood Amen ☞ God saue the kynge Math. 7. Ioh● 8. Psal. 77 Luc. 12. Rom. 3. Psa. 51. Math 6. 2. cor 3. Psal. 9. Esa. 5. Eph. 5. Ioh. 16. Sap. 2. Ioha 8. Prou. 6. Rom. 1. Pro. 10. Math. 15 Mat. 23. Esa. 1. Math. 7 Marc. 7. Pro. 10. act 9. Exe. 33. Math. 15 Iaco. ●2 Math. 7 Pro. 24 2. re 17. Psal. 4. ● cor 3. 2. ma. ●2 ●api 3. Psal. 1. Hie. 2. Eccl. ●● Marc. 1● Psal. 5. Zach. 11 Eccl. 10. Dani. 14 Eccl. 10. Mal. 2.