Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	love_v	see_v	soul_n	10,942	5	5.2331	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10608	The remors of conscyence Here begynneth certayne demonstracyons by our lorde to all synfull persones with the remors of mannes conscynce to the regarde of the bounte of our lorde.	Lichfield, William, d. 1448.	1500 (1500)	STC 20881.3; ESTC S100440	4,466	14

The remors of conscyence ¶ Here begynneth certayne demonstracyons by our lorde to all synfull persones with the remors of mannes conscyence to the regarde of the bounte of our lorde Deus OVr gracyous god moost in magnyfycence His mercyfull eyen casteth frō heuen on hy Seynge his creatures in deedly vyolence Hymselfe complayneth by pyte full ruthfully Saynge o man deuoyde of intellygence Open thyn eeres vnto my call and cry And tell me yf I haue done to the offence That thou forsakest me wyllyngly Man suche a loue to the I dyde take This worlde in seuen dayes whan I it wrought Thou was the last thynge that I dyde make Bycause I wolde thou wanted nought What thynge the myght helpe dyde not lake That at thy nede yf it were sought Fowle / fysshe all thynge for thy sake For thy comforte all was forth brought Moreouer I gaue the that dygnyte All beestes to bowe the vntyll I made the also lyke vnto me And gaue the connynge and free wyll Me to serue that thou sholde se To chose the good and leue the yll I aske no thynge agayne of the But loue thy souerayne as it is skyll But vnto this takest thou none entente Thou tournest fro me full vnkyndly On loues vnlefull thy loue is lente Thy herte beholdeth not heuen so hye For all the goodes I haue the sente The lysteth not ones to saye gramercye In tyme to come or thou repente Man make amendes or that thou dye Homo A crysten soule conceyued in synne Receyued in conscyence thus complaynynge He fell downe flatte with dolefull dynne And sayd lorde mercy souerayne kynge I moost vnkynde wretche of man kynne I knowe I am thy traytour vntrue in my lyuynge This wycked lyfe that I lyue in I may it nought hyde from thy knowynge I want wordes and also wytte Of thy kyndnesse to speke a clause That I haue thou gaue me it Of thy goodnes withouten cause Though I haue greued the and do yet Thy benefaytes thou nought withdrawse I haue deserued to haue hell pytte So haue I lyued ayenst thy lawse But forde thou knowest mannes feblenesse How frayle it is and hath ben aye For though the soule haue thy lykeuesse Man is but fulsome erth and claye In synne conceyued and wretchednesse And to the soule rebell alwaye Fyrst a man groweth as dooth gresse And he wasteth after as floures or haye Syth man is than so frayle a thynge And thy power so grete in kynde This worlde is but a twynkelynge Thou mayst destroye the myght of the fende With thy ryght lorde mercy mynge And to my sore salue thou sende Sore me repenteth of my mystyuynge Mercy lorde I wyll amende Deus Man I gaue the bodyly hele That thou sholde it spende in my seruyce Fayrenes also and fetures fele Man what doost thou with all thyse Thou with delytes of the deuyll doost dele Whiche is to me a grete despyse Thou lyuest a lecherous lyfe vnlele Fro yere to yere thou lyst not ryse Thou studyest after nyce araye And makest grete cost on thy clothynge To make the semely as who sholde saye Thou coudest amende my makynge Thou purposest the daye by daye To set my people to synnynge Thy wretched wyll thou folowest alwaye What ende synne hath thou thynkest no thynge In Noes tyme bycause of synne And for lecherye in especyall What vengeaūce came than to mānes kynne Saue .viii. persones drowned were all On sodome and gomor and the men within How I made fyre and brymstone fall Fro heuen on them that bode therin For synne were destroyed bothe grete small Man wenest thou my myght be lesse Than it was than or that elles I Thou hast now as moche wyckednesse As whan I smote the moost pyteousty But yf thou wyll thy fautes redresse Though I now spare for my mercy Man thynke on my ryghtwysnesse And make amendes or that thou dye a .iii. Homo I wote well lorde ryghtfull thou arte And that synne must be punyshed nede But one thynge holdeth in hope my herte Thy mercy paseth my mysdede I knowe well that I may not sterte I haue so done me ought to drede With beaute and with hodely quarte To serue the I haue taken no hede I haue myspended my yonge age In synne and wantonnesse also To serue god slowe / and loued to rage A gloton / a lechour I was bothe two I am worthy none other wage But for to dwell in endlesse woo Alas why haue I ben outrage And serued the fende that is my foo But lorde in holy wryte rede we That thou forsakest no wretched wyght That leueth his synne and tourneth to the And to tourne to the haue I hyght Full proude and rebell haue I bene But now I take me to thy myght From hens for warde to be clene Ayenst myn owne flesshe to fyght My flesshe to feble I wyll fast My bones to trauayle and to tene And thrugh thy grace I am not agast What fore and sekenesse on me be sene To suffre whyle my lyfe may last For vtterly I wyll attende To punysshe that I haue trespast Mercy I hesu I wyll amende Deus Man I haue sente the syluer and golde And all thy welth within thy wone To susteyne the and thy housholde And also other many one Thou myght haue holpen yonge and olde That ben dyseased and woobe gone My seruauntes suffred bothe hungre and colde Relefe of the yet haue they none If thou gyue for my loue a farthynge Thou doost it with an heuy herte In almesse thou gyuest no thynge For drede thou fall in pouerte In flesshely luste and worldly lykynge What euer thou wastest mery thou arte Of suche I wyll haue a rekenynge At domes daye thou shalte not astarte Than shalte thou gyue a countes full streyte How thou comest by thy good eche dele Whether with trouth or with deceyte And how thou spende it yll or we le None other grace thou after wayte As thou hast wrought so shalte thou fele What shall than profyte thy good in plate Or poundes that thou of the people pele A clene conscyence shall that daye More profyte the and more set by Than all the goodes or the monaye Than euer was vnder heuen or skye It wyll neuer helpe to plete nor praye For as ryght wyse than deme wyll I And therfore man whyles thou may Make amendes or that thou dye Homo I wote well lorde fro yere to yere Full gretely greued I the haue That I wolde nor thy mercy were My moders wombe had be my graue For what profyteth my lyuynge here But afterwarde I sholde be saue But Ihesu as thou bought me dere Leue not my soule in hell caue My waste expense I wyll withdrawe For waste well called may it be For it was spended my boost to lawe My name to bere on londe and se Well I wote me there not trowe Thought many a man of my countre If they me mette they dyde me not knowe Nor neuer yet herde speke of