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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	father_n	miserable_a	sinner_n	16,295	5	10.6580	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A47081	Mercy triumphing over judgement or, A warning for Sabbath-breakers Published for Gods glory and the benefit of all true Christians. By me Thomas Jones, of the City of Hereford. Who for prophaning the Lords Day was [m]ost miraculously strucken by the hand of God, and ut[te]rly depriv'd of all my senses, for the space of 4 years; [an]d now by his great mercy (upon my hearty repen[ta]nce) being perfectly restored to my former health, I [w]as moved to set forth this ensuing relation, as a testi[m]ony of my thankfulnesse to God for his fatherly [ch]astisement; and that all others by my example, may [b]e deterred from so hainous an offence as Sabbath-breaking.	Jones, Thomas, of Hereford.	1641 (1641)	Wing J993A; ESTC S103195	21,118	49

downe and brambles live Then when I left my Church-worke every night I still would take a Pen and thus did write Wee Painters erre to picture death still blind For I observe he sees the best to find But meagre death thy Dart hath done them good Thrice happie they wherein thy sting hath stood Thou art deceiv'd their soules to heaven flye Though in the earth their bodies rotting lye Thy ghastly pale grim face makes friends to weepe When thy sharpe dart makes friends in earth to sleepe Yet nought thou canst with all thy hate or love Save what 's decreed by that three-one above Then let me spare to rave and be content He is commanded by th'Omnipotent He doth command the world and him also Therefore let us prepare with death to go Let those alas who too too oft have stood More for the Church goods then the Churches good Repent and grieve for it with awfull feare Praysing his name who doth his rod forbeare And let those great ones next who seeme most strong Can hardly offer right or suffer wrong Let them with humble hearts and soules confesse That heretofore they weakely did transgresse Let every one make privie search within And with repentance root out damned sin Let 's firmely love yea with a tender heart All envie malice discord set apart Such sins as those and others not much lesse Is th' onely cause of griefe and heavinesse T was not their sins alone which bred our woe But ours with theirs and many sinners mo We are the cause alas as well as they For which our friends so soone doe rot in clay We oft speake faire and love is dayly faind Gold some doe make their God ungodly gaind When men grow rich they then grow insolent Scorning the poore and harmelesse innocent Gods wrath we doe provoke he oft doth threat With bitter teares let 's humbly him intreat To save the rest and turne his wrath away Oh! turne us Lord I 'm bold my selfe to pray For for our sins and for our wicked crimes Thou tak'st away the godly oftentimes God takes from us in my conceipt the best My faithfull friends with death he did arrest Thus I my heart did ease at idle times With making such unpleasant dolefull lines Six sheets of Paper closely did I write The more I griev'd bewail'd the more I might Of them I onely here have given a touch To Criticks eares I know it s too too much Therefore I le cease and hold on my discourse In praise of God which may perhaps seeme worse To them when I had gon through Brecknockshire And Painted most of all the Churches there My Prentise did desire his friends to see And with his father rid to Mountgom'ry That day from Herefordshire a message came To me and said that there God spread my fame I thither must make hast without delay And there resolve a moneth or two to stay To teach young Gentlemen to write with speed Whom Doctor Rogers in his house did breed To them I went where I did find such love As if the powers divine had from above Decreed that to my native place I must returne And for the good of others am I borne My Prentise then return'd to me no more Wherefore my Church Commission I gave ore Now was my first borne son on All Saints day ●ust five yeers old and as my friends did say About that time the day the houre of 's birth His blessed soule forsooke this mortall earth Then on the morrow when I heard that newes 〈◊〉 came unto my house where I did use 〈◊〉 Iob like patient mind and prays'd the Lord Not doubting but his mercy would afford Me grace to be content then did I write And make this Epitaph his fathers mite On All Saints day thou didst draw vitall breath On All Saints day God sent for thee by death On All Saints morne t was five yeeres since that time Thou first unto thy mothers papes did climbe God cald thee hence twice all the Saints did show Thou wast a jewell which God himselfe did owe God did decree that all the Saints should bring Thee to the earth and fetch thee to their King Who so is borne to day and dyes to morrow Looseth few dayes of mirth but moneths of sorrow Then when some mournfull dayes for him were past To Herefordshire againe I did make hast Unto my Schollers there but by the way I at a zealous house was forc't to stay Whose sons that Doctor did instruct and I Their want in th' Arte of writing did supply And as I backe returned home againe At that religious house I did remaine All night and on the Sabbath day I went From thence unknowne because I would prevent The time for riding to and fro so far My expectation it did seeme to bar But when I came to them againe I heard A mild discourse which made my soule affeard Cause I againe had trespast on Gods day For which offence I wept and thus did pray Be pleas'd O Lord to make me recompence My weake desire and wilfull ignorance With zeale devout Lord shield me every where From bold presumption griefe despaire and feare Then as through Hereford I often past The Free Schoole-Master and his friends at last With many a Townes-man there did speake to me That in their City I sometimes would be To teach to write For in your native Towne Said they where you once liv'd your fame is blowne Their kind perswasion soon impression tooke In me for Wales I instantly forsooke And all preferments there to Hereford I came whose Church and Colledge will afford A pensive man true comfort in distresse True food for soules and men in heavinesse Now in this City can I scarcely gaine Sufficient meanes yet doe I still maintaine My selfe my family taxations pay And all God sends to whom I fast and pray Grant me thy grace O God contentment still Lord my ambition is to doe thy will Thou know'st that 's all the wealth I wish on earth Which is thy gracious gift my second birth My heart my soule shall on my God relie His name I blesse I praise I magnifie Which is the cause that I this Mite have writ To shew my zeale but not to blaze my wit Which is but weake a Trades-man weake I am Whom Christ I hope hath cald t' adore his name THE PRAYER O Lord God everlasting Father Almighty maker of heaven and earth glorious holy and mercifull art thou in all thy works of thy goodnesse and mercy thou maa'st me of the dust of the earth breathing in me the breath of life to the intent I should continually serve thee but I a miserable and wretched sinner following the steps of my first parents transgressed thy commandements and have beene often inveigled by the world the flesh and the divell to breake thy Sabbath for which my conseience perswades me by many infallible reasons that thou in mercy hast afflicted me for the same yet upon my weake humiliation thou wast pleased after thy chastisement to comfort my heart with the remembrance of thy fatherly love declared in thy sacred word for thou causedst thine onely Son Christ Iesus to descend from thy throne of Majesty into this vale of woe and misery who became as it were a sinfull man and suffered the most shamefull death of the Crosse for my sins and for the sinnes of all Mankind he being spotlesse and righteous neverthelesse I still erred and procured thy wrath and indignation against me yet in mercy thou only afflicted sime for my sins offences piercing my conscience for prophaning thy Sabbath for which thou mightest justly have consumed me and rooted me out from the face of the earth but thy mercy overswayed thy justice for thou sparedst my life when all that saw me or heard of me said I was either dead or past hopes of recovery verifying in me the Apostles words This is the Lords doing and it is marvelous in our eyes and what thy Servant David said is true in me Lord thou hast chastised and corrected me but hast not given me over to death therefore my heart and soule and all my vitall spirits shall magnifie thy great name beseeching thee for Iesus Christs sake if it be thy blessed will and pleasure to restore me to my former stoength speech health memory and faculties that I may hereafter walke faithfully before thee all the dayes of this my earthly pilgrimage doing and performing diligently with faith hope and zeale those things which thou commandest me banishing from my heart presumption and despaire Lord forgive me my former sins and iniquities which I ungraciously and partly thorow ignorance have committed against thee Thou knowest O God my simplenesse and what I need better then I can aske or crave therefore in all humility I refer my will to thy blessed pleasure beseeching thee O most gracious Father to continue multiply and increase thy love and favour bestowed on me that I never offend thee in thought word deed or consent and when it shall please thee to call for this my wretched body out of this miserable world that my Saviour may present it spotlesse unto thee amongst thine elect notwithstanding the wickednes of my corrupt nature which blessing I humbly beg at thy mercifull hands for the merits of thy only Son Christ Iesus my Saviour redeemer and advocate O immortall eternall and everliving God from the bottome of my heart and soule I blesse magnifie and adore thy sacred name beseeching thee again and againe for Iesus sake to accept of these my humble petitione although my hand is not able to write nor heart conceive the praises due unto thee neither can any tongue declare thy love goodnes and mercy Wherfore I conclude this my humble desire praise and thanksgiving with that absolute prayer which thy Son my advocate Iesus Christ hath taught us saying Our Father which art in Heaven c. FINIS

on Whitsunday For then I know from God I went astray Within six weekes the Surgeon came againe To me but then they said I told him plaine I knew him not wherefore he did reply Your braines I felt when you were like to dye Witnesse this bone which then I tooke from you My friends did say alas it 's too too true He under God did save your life on earth And gave a being to your second birth Then as a child I did begin to goe And senselesse liv'd of griefe of paine of woe My mother and my friends newly did grieve And prayd that I so simple might not live They of a wedding speake where I had beene Wishing that I those parties nere had seene Whereat I mus'd for I had cleane forgot The same alas said I I know it not Hath not the Lord new moulded me agen And makes me now a spectacle for men To gaze upon but t is my makers pleasure Which I imbrace as worldlings doe their treasure His Sabbath I prophan'd not once nor twice But too too oft for which I Sacrifice These sighs of mine my wound it fairely heal'd Which pleas'd my Surgeon well yet he appeal'd To God he could not make me speake againe Yet I but halfe a yeare did so remaine Nay in a moneth or two my health I had Though weake and feeble melancholly sad But then my Mother she my double nurse Departed home whereat I griev'd far worse To thinke my faculties from me were gon Which made me sigh and pray to God alone For grace and that he would be pleas'd to see My dolefull case my feare infirmitie In mercy then my memory he sent Againe and gave me grace for to repent Then on the Sabbath day my thoughts did run I griev'd I mourn'd to thinke what I had done On Whitsunday before declar'd alas For which I feare the heav'ns brought this to passe On me and makes me to the world relate The cause that mortall man that sin may hate My heart condemnes me still for that offence Cause seven weeks after I had lost each sense My memory fayld in all things that I knew Before that time which I before did shew Then in my griefe I slept and in my sleepe The Angell spoke that did my body keepe Yet foure and thou shalt be as thou hast beene Which made me hope at foure weeks end t' have seene It come to passe but that night in a Dreame The Angell spake againe foure yeares I meane With that I wak't and prais'd the God of might Who in my sleepe resolv'd my doubt that night Which made my heart rejoyce then as I prayd The spirit spake againe and thus it said Gods sacred Booke take thou and understand His will read it and marke what he commands Doe not despaire he knowes thy judgement 's weake Thy heart he knows what thy tongue would speake Observe and note his mercies manifold To haynous sinners our fore-forefathers old Which Booke in time I read in hope in feare Yet speechlesse I remain'd for halfe a yeare After that dreadfull accident most strange But then my desperate thoughts to faith did change Now when the Idoll of vaine pleasure she Whom on the Lords day I did ride to see Was of her sicknesse late recovered quite Her lewd temptation made my soule affright But then I found God was displeas'd likewise With her the Load-stone to my miseries For on his blessed day his day of rest His word I loath'd when she my heart possest To her I rid who likewise did prophane Gods day for which offence she came to shame That yeare she from those parts disgracefull fled And in another shire was brought to bed The child being borne of it she was bereft By death ere since her native place she left Thefore I pray as God converted me Doe so O Lord to her where ere she be Then from my mother speedily I heard My father in law lay sicke his death she fear'd Which made me strive to write my mind againe To her and then I wisht her to refraine To grieve excessively if he should dye God would provide enough fot her and I After which time eight dayes he liv'd the most Then as they say he yeelded up the ghost Which when I heard I griev'd yet then I thought that God did looke on me agen And for my mothers good this chance befell That after ages may this Story tell When she was married to that second man I then being Prentice from my Master ran Because I griev'd at her unluckie fate I fear'd her choice would prove unfortunate Which soone did come to passe his gains did slip Still through his hands by too oft suretiship Which made my mother vex she wept she griev'd Yea small content she had while here he liv'd Wherefore this dire mischance the Lord did send To me that she in Wales might me attend But when to Hereford she was return'd Within eight dayes she for her husband mourn'd Whose unexpected death perplext her heart But then Mans chiefe protector tooke her part On her my thoughts did run I could not rest Untill she yeelded to my small request Which onely was that she would live with me The which the pow'rs divine did first decree With me my fathers name she had againe ' Cause I her son as husband did remaine Two yeares being past and gon in hope I liv'd At Bath to gaine my speech for which I griev'd Which made me often to be vext and crost For all my faculties and speech I lost At Bath I stayd nine dayes in expectation Not as brave gallants doe for recreation But I with Faith and hope my time did spend Then as from Bath I rid at the Townes end My horse did stumble at a heape of stones Whereon I fell there might I breake my bones My foot within the Srirrop hung to shew My life my soule my all to God I owe He made my horse afraid to stirre or move From thence untill my foot I did remove Out of the Stirrop then my friend came in And held my horse who saw that I had bin Deliv'red safe from harme but fearefull sad Which made me thinke upon a dreame I had Two yeares before my heart did then perceive God might my braines dash out and me bereave Of life because I did mistrust that he At foure yeares end would make me be As I had beene Lord pardon me for it And I shall wait untill thou thinkst it fit To make me sound yet I in Bristoll stayd At that new well till I was there afraid Of Gods all-seeing power then did I grieve Because my faith would not a dreame beleeve And I returned home againe with speed Where for my secret sins my heart did bleed Then did I call to mind what God had pend There I observ'd Gods mercies hath no end Made knowne by 's Prophets and Apostles grave Which did increase my faith and comfort gave To me yea there I