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	great_a	sin_n	10,727	5	4.5334	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05208	The: iiii: leues of the trueloue		1510 (1510)	STC 15345; ESTC S109370	8,102	18

in synne as rysshe in a flode Then abyde we in bondage in bale for to be He that vs boughte with his holy herte blode to haue blysse ¶ He bad axe mercy whan we maye And byd our lady for vs pray Or we be closed in claye Or elles of our myrthe shall we mysse ¶ Blessyd be the trueloue so meke and so mylde Sure and stedfast and stable in faye Whan we haue wrathed iij. with our werkes wylde The fourth lefe is gracyous and good vs to helpe aye ¶ Then kneleth she downe before her dere chylde Sore wepynge for our sake with her eyes graye She is euer full of grace alas we were begyled She wynneth with her wepynge many fayre praye for to kepe ¶ Syth she is welthe of our wele And all our care wolde kele Alas why make ye her to knele And for our werkes wepe ¶ There is none in this worlde so doughty nor so dere Kynge nor quene thoughe he were a crowne Nor no fayre ladyes of coloures so clere Whan dredfull dethe cometh it draweth all downe ¶ Yet lyst vs neuer leue it for preste nor for fryer Tyll we fele we fall with swelte and with swowne Whan the bare body is broughte on bere Than fayleth all felawshyp in felde and in towne ¶ In a clothe be we knyt Syth put in a pyt and erth vpon vs done Of all the worlde be we quyt Forgoten be we soone ¶ For the caytyf corse there is but lytell care we were sure of our soules where they sholde dwell But nowe is nowe in this worlde so wyse his of lare Nor no clerke in comynge that therof can tell ¶ How ferre and how fele our soules must fare Hardwayes is to heuen and hasty to hell In purgatory is grete payne who so cometh there Of moche wo shall they wyt that therin shall dwell so longe ¶ What so euer we do here we fare Before vs shall we fynde there We maye be sure of no more When paynes be full stronge ¶ When grete fyers grym be made in our gate Then is there no glosynge but it must we glyde When we be put in the payne so harde and so hote We seke after socoure on euery syde ¶ We crye after kynne folke they come to vs to late Then he haue felte the fyer faysed is our pryde Then of all our sorowe no sertayne we wate But truste on the trueloue his mercy to abyde with drede ¶ Now is tyme to begynne The trueloue to wynne That all our bales he maye blyn Whan he haue moost nede ¶ Of all the dayes that we haue lyued ones shall we knowe Whan we remēbre our foule synnes sore may we mone Whan the grete lorde aboue his bemes shall blowe And hye Iustyse shall syt in his trone ¶ And all the folke in the worlde shall ryse on a rowe The quycke maye quake whan the dede shall vp ryse We may lette for no shame our synnes to showe There is no golde nor fee that may make our maynpryse and kynne ¶ For then is all our pryde gone Our robes and our ryche pane Saue a crysome alone That we were crystened in ¶ When we be called to the courte vs be houeth to here All shall be there sene bonde men and free The soule and the body that longe hath sen sere Be houeth to be present at the semble ¶ Euery soule shall be sende to seke after his fere Whan cryste well vs gather a grece lorde is he With our flesshe and our fell as we in worlde were Neuer more to sonder after that daye be for to knowe ¶ Our werkes be wryten and scorde In a rolle of recorde Before the grete lorde Full sharply to showe ¶ We must seke thyder in a symple tyer Tremblynge and quakynge as lefe on a tree Whan all the worlde is set with water and fyer There is no wrēche nor no wyll wyll wysshe vs to fle ¶ When cryste is greued he is a grym syer So many synfull wretches as he there shall see Then dare not his moder yf she wolde desyre Not speke to her son so dredfull is he that daye ¶ All to sayntes in heuen They shall be styll of theyr steuen They dare not a worde meuen For no man to praye ¶ The werckes of mercy he wyll reken them seuen When I was thrusty how hardly haue ye me fedde When I was thrusty how hardly haue ye me gyuen When I was naked how haue ye me cledde ¶ When I was housles harbowred ye me euen Or vysyte me in syknes or sought to my bedde Or comforted me in pryson that worde I here meuen Or brought me to buryeng when deth hath me sted they saye ¶ Or lorde when sawe we the Euer in ony suche degree He sayd the leest in the name of me That thou myght praye ¶ He wyll shewe vs his woundes blody and bare All he suffred for our sake bytter and wyde Kynges and quenes before hym must fare Bysshoppes and barons all must abyde ¶ Erles and Emperoures none wyll he spare Prestes nor prelates or persones of pryde Iustyse and Iuges of lawe and of lere That now be full ryall to rynne and to ryde in londe ¶ Theyr dome shall they take there Ryght as they haue demed here When they were of myght more And domes had in hande ¶ Ryche ladyes that hathe robes full yare Ryches and rubyes with gownes full wyde Bendes and myrroures and fyllettes full fayre Golde on theyr garlondes with perre and pryde ¶ Kalle and kercheffes that coucheth on theyr heyre So sharply and shynynge to shewe by theyr syde All that welthe is awaye and myrth moche more But yf we wyn the truloue vnglad maye we glyde for sorowe ¶ Betyme is best to begyn Or were sonken in synne For then is nother kyth nor kynne Fro bale may vs borowe ¶ By lordes and ladyes all I wyll not saye But some thynge by other folkes that I fynde full wele The galande gedlynge that kythis gentry With daynty damoyselles no man may dele ¶ They haue purfels and perles and heddes full hye Thoughe her corse be the myddle of her kattell Yf men talke of her kynne awaye wyll she wrye Her fader and moder fayre wolde she hyll and tyde ¶ When that daye shall begyn No man shall shame with theyr kynne All shall shame with theyr synne And with theyr foule pryde ¶ The dome of the trueloue full sore maye we drede For then is all the tyme past of mercy to craue When euery man is demed after his owne dede Thē may not our selfe sterte sende forthe our knaue ¶ For he rekeneth by reason so clerkes can rede He setteth on his ryght hāde the soules that he wyll saue The synfull wretches that maye not spede Shall stande on his lefte hande awaye for to haue for aye ¶ Then wyll our lady wepe sore For sorowe that she shall se there Whan she maye helpe no more Grete mournynge shall be that daye ¶ Now is tyme for to speke for them that wyll spede And seke after socoure and foly to flee And not on domes daye whan we haue moost nede Now is moche mercy and then wyll none be ¶ When our dere lady dare not for drede Speke to her dere sone so dredfull is he How maye we axe mercy for our mysdede That wyll not folowe to it whan it is fre thore There is no waye but ij Wheder that we shall go To wele and to woo To dwell for euermore ¶ Thus the bryght byrde taught the true maye And she blessyd his body his bone and his blode To the fourthe lefe I rede that we praye That she wolde our message do with a mylde mode ¶ And speke for the loue before the last daye To the thyrde lefe gracyous and good The loue of the iiij leues that we wynne maye That grace graunt grete god that dyed on the rod. walkynge ¶ This I herde in a valaye As I wente on my waye In a mournynge of maye Whan medowes can sprynge ¶ Enprented at London in Flete strete at the sygne of the sonne / by wynkyn de worde Wynkyn de Worde