Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	abel_n	blood_n	cry_v	2,397	5	9.4770	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65256	Flamma sine fumo, or, Poems without fictions hereunto are annexed the causes, symptoms, or signes of several diseases with their cures, and also the diversity of urines, with their causes in poeticl measures / by R.W.	R. W. (Rowland Watkins)	1662 (1662)	Wing W1076; ESTC R9085	61,985	160

The T●uth is pure to clense our souls from sin I ft we do walk this Way this Truth maintain Eernal life is ours exempt from pain This is the Way without all rubs of grief This is the Truth which claims a just belief Here is the Life which conquer'd death and sin Truth Life is ones if we the way be in The● Truth informs us and the Way doth gulde The Life rewards us if we constant bide Follow this Way embrace this Truth desire This Life the crown of Saints in Heavens quire Thankfulness Ascensus gratiarum est descensus gratiae IN thee I have my being live and move Who art the King of glory and of love From thy rich storehouse of delight and pleasure I do receive my joy my gifts and treasure Who gives me bread to strengthen me and wine To glad my heart who made my soul divine Who gave me wisdom or spiritual eyes Good to discern from bad and Truth from lyes Who doth direct my ways but thou my King Which art the Fountain whence all vertues spring What shall I render thee I have no more Than what 's thine own thy riches are my store If thou sweet Lord wilt not my Heart disdain Thou gav'st it me I give it thee again The Holy Maid Dum fugio homines invenio angelos nunquam minùs sola quàm cùm sola IAm resolv'd no sond desire Shall kindle in me Cupids fire No amorous toyes no wanton kiss Shall ●ob me of eternal bliss I 'll write I 'll read I 'll spin I 'll pray To drive vain thoughts of Love away A silent Cloyster which is free From change and chance best pleaseth me When I do not converse with men I speak with God and Angels then I will not wear a rich attire Of gold or silk to set on fire Beholders eyes The care I find Most needful is to dress my mind No cunning Lover shall beguile Or win me with a gift or smile I will accept no pretty thing As Ribans Gloves a Watch or Ring Weak man's estate as in a glass Is truly seen in fading grass The choisest Man the fairest Rose Will languish and perfection lose And yet I am in love but where My love ascends a higher sphere Where honor beauty pleasures be Inthron'd and full of constancie My Beloved's white and ruddy My red sins made him all bloody His head is like fine gold most free From dross and all impurity His gracious eyes are like Doves eyes And in his cheeks composed lies A bed of spices and flowers sweet Where all perfumes together meet His mouth breathes roses and no bliss Can equal his delicious kiss But see where my Beloved lies And courts me with his dying eyes He spreads his arms me to embrace Who would no● love so sweet a face Rich drops of blood like rubies fall To ransom my poor soul from thrall The Cross my pillow and my bed Shall be his Grave to rest my head All sweets are sour all fair perfections foul Compar'd with Christ the Bridegroom of my soul In laudem Comitatus Herefordiensis Hic benè natus eram non benè notus eram Haec tell us pleno ditescit munere coeli Nec magè fructiferas dat Paradisus opes Optima qainque bonis florescunt commoda terris Unda silva frequens faemina lana seges Vitro splendidior lucido fluit unda salubris Quae faelix multo pisce notatur aqua Da●● vi●ides campis turgentia flumina vestes Wy Lug sunt patriae flumin● prima meae Hic qu●rcus Jovis arbor adest quâ scindimus aequor Nobilitat varios plurima silva locos Hic est in●ocuae tam praestans forma puellae Verteret ut Monachos in nova vota pios Non p●aebet tibi tam pretiosam Hispania lanam Qualia dives opum veller a Lemster habet Diverso telum componit tramite bombyx Cum videas lanam hanc negligis illud opus Alma Ceres crescit gravidisque labora● aristis Nec datur in toto copia parca so'o Pa●rem hic tam placidum comedas ut credere posses ma●●●m de summo vel cecidisse poto Te●tarent Evam f●lg●n●ia poma per agros C●●scit pomorum ●uxu●i●s● proles 〈◊〉 S●cera n●en●o non postpon●nda Lyaeo Q●●● N●ct●r magni credo fuisse Jovis Haec gens fidelis gaudens virtute laboris Experiens fortis bl●nda jocosa sagar Hospitio gaudet populus studiosus amoris Et col●t antiquum Religi●nis opus Musa silere jub●t nunquam imbecilla son ●bit Ex merito laudes buccina nostra tuas Come unto me all you that labour and are heavy laden and I will ease you Matthew 11. 28. Clamat Diabolus Venite ad me ego intersiciam Clamat Mundus Venite ad me ego desiciam Clamat Caro Venite ad me ego inficiam Clamat Christus Venite ad me ego ref●ciam NOt Gilead's Balm no Pool in Siloam Not David's Hyssop and no Angel can Or blessed Saint in heaven cure the soul When sin hath made it like a Leper foul Christ is our Balsom and we have no Tree Whose leaves do Nations heal but only he Our Saviours sacred blood speaks better things Than Abels blood and greater comfort brings Gods anger was incens'd when Abel dy'd Our Saviours blood his anger pacifi'd The blood of Abel did for vengeance call Christs blood for love and mercy to us all Just Abels blood cry'd once and cry'd no more Our Saviours blood cries still God hath in store A Sea of mercies if we do depend On Christ our loving Bridegroom and our Friend He makes the lame to walk the blind to see The sad to sing for joy the pris'ner free Come all that labour Blessed is the man That hath some oil from this Samaritan Come not by strength of legs or feet but mind By prayers not by steps if rest you 'll find Mount with the wings of prayer and ascend Gods holy hill where pleasures never end The Hypocrite Monumentum speciosum THe Hypocrite his face his words his mind Into a thousand forms and shapes can wind This weather-cock with every blast can turn And he had rather change his faith than burn He cares not how so he may fill his dish He can in cleer and troubled waters fish He love protests where he doth deadly hate His words will run like oil and break your pate If men do hunt the Fox he 'll shout and cry 'T is fit the Fox which kill'd the lambs should die But if the Fox sits in the chair of State The Fox shall have his love the Lamb his hate If here the Tu●k should reign this man alone Would sell his Bible for an Alcharon I 'll speak no more of dung my heart is free From the base leaven of Hypocrisie Chastity A Woman chaste is like a Meadow fair Enricht with pleasant flowers and sweetest air Then woman lock thy privy chamber be A fountain seal'd not to all