Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	good_a	lord_n	spare_v	2,870	5	9.3705	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16770	Pasquils fooles-cap sent to such (to keepe their weake braines warme) as are not able to conceiue aright of his mad-cap. With Pasquils passion for the worlds waywardnesse. Begun by himselfe, and finished by his friend Morphorius.; Pasquils mad-cap. Part 2	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3677.5; ESTC S120884	15,363	38

wicked Drabbe is but a foolish queane He that that is proud of his conceipted wit When he can cogge and cozen prate and lie And place himselfe with better men to sit Then may beseeme so base a Rascaldry As is too farre from thought of Chyualry When euery Asse his due reward shall haue The Fooles-cappe is too good for such a Knaue Hee that in heart doth say there is no God And neither thinkes of Heau'n nor yet of Hell Nor hath a feeling of that heau'nly Rodde That makes the Sowle in Sorrowes teares to tell How Mercie doth within the Spirit dwell Within the booke of Wisdomes blessed Schoole The Lord of Heauen hath set him downe a Foole. Hee that will lende more than he well may spare And he that spendes all that he hath and more And onely trusteth vnto Fortunes share And cares not how he runne vpon the score Vntill the Begger meete him at his dore Wisdome will tell him truely in the end Hee is a Foole that is not his owne friend Shee that can looke as mildely as a Lambe Yet is a Tigre inwardly in hearte And cares not how nor where she leaue the Ramme When she hath gotten once the rutting parte It is a Rule in Wit and Reasons Arte That she that hath no better natur'd Wit The Wise will tearme a dogged foolish Tit. Hee that is brought vp idly in his Youth And scornes to labour in his elder yeeres And neuer thinkes vpon the day of Ruthe When want entangled in the Beggers breers The heauie sound of helpelesse Sorrowe heares Let him beleeue that Trueth doth plainely wright The Fooles-cappe fits the Idle begger right Hee that can plot a world of villany And neuer cares what Vertues loue deserueth And sortes himselfe with wicked company That from the way of perfect Wisdome swarueth While Mercies hand the gratious heart preserueth That sinfull wretch will finde in Sathans schoole A damned villaine is a cursed Foole. Hee that doth fill his Cophers full of Goulde Yet will not weare good Cloathes on his backe But doth a kinde of Clownish humor houlde To haue his Garment cut out like a sacke And thinkes Redde Herings haue a daintie smacke Tell him in kindenesse that he may not quarrel The Fooles-Cappe will be fit for his Apparrell Shee that is giuen to Ease and Sluttishnesse And trifles out the time in Trompery And yet will thinke it is no pieuishnesse To feede her selfe with Idle Foppery May hap to finde in Sorrowes Misery That when the Grashopper doth leaue to sing An idle Hielding is a foolish thing Hee that doth studie twentie things at once And hath intent for to performe them all And yet his beetle addle-headed skonce In full conclusion can doe none at all If that the Fooles-cappe to his fortune fall Let him not thinke but it will finely fit The Idle heade that hath no better Wit Shee that is giuen to Pride and Brauery And Ruffin-like will sweare and swash it out And studies nothing els but Knauery To bring a wicked kinde of world about And cares not whome she followes with a flout Such foolish Kittes of such a skittish kinde In Bridewell booke are euery where to finde Hee that is here to day yonder to morowe And cares not how hee raungeth here and there Not careth what hee can or begge or borowe To spende or spoile he cares not how nor where Oh tell that Idle Fellowe in his eare If that hee doe not take the greater care The Foole will catch him ere hee be aware Shee that doth loue to gossippe and to tattle And leaues her house to keepe it selfe alone And cares not how she spend the time in prattle Till shee haue bar'd her Husband to the boane Let her not thinke but such an Idle Ioane Must haue this note set downe vpon ●er name A Tattling houswife is a foolish Dame Hee that can combe his head and curle his bearde And set his Ruffes and weare his Cloake in print And by his side can finely weare his swearde And learne to fleere and leere and looke a squint And keepe his steppes within a measures stint Let him be sure to passe with this good flout Hee lackes the Fooles-Cappe yet to set him out Hee that is well in seruice entertainde And iustly hath the due of his desart And by his labour findes that hee hath gainde The carefull comfort of an honest heart Yet fondly will with such a Master part Tell him what Truthe doth by Experience knowe Hee is a Foole leaues such a Master so Hee that will let his Wit to runne on Wheeles And in proud tearmes will with his betters stand Vntill his Tongue be tempered by his heeles Vntill his Braines haue better manners scand And if the Foole doe take him by the hand Bid him haue Patience to endure the sounde That lacke of Wit will lay a Foole a ground Hee that in Libels takes delight to write And cares not whom hee wickedly defame But pieuishly will shewe a baggage Spite To touch the Honour of an Honest name What shall I say that hee is much to blame Yea and so much as for his idle vaines Hee well deserues the Fooles-cappe for his paines Hee that hath all his studie in the Clowdes And all misliketh euery thing hee reedes And what the Sunne within her Circle shrowdes All in the height his haughty Humour feedes If hee doe chaunce to light on Herbes for Weedes Hee is but foolish rise he nere so soone That runnes in haste to ouertake the Moone Hee that will Reade before he learne to Spell And write a Booke before he knowe a Blot And keepe a Shoppe before he learne to sell And fall to galloppe ere hee learne to trot Whither such one thinke himselfe wise or not Let him be sure that better wits doe reede Such Madhead fellowes are but Fooles indeede Hee that with pleasure followes Cardes and Dice Drinking and wenching and such Idle sportes Vntill too late Repentance knowe the price Of Patience passage to Saint Sorrowes portes Whereto the Begger most of all resortes Oh let him knowe when he doth comfort lacke The Begger Foole will haue him by the backe Shee that doth finde her Husband true and kinde And for her wants to worke both ●ight and day Yet like the Wethercocke with euery winde Will turne her Humour euery idle way And cares not how hee fall into decay So shee be fedde according to her fit Shee is a Baggage and a foolish 〈◊〉 Hee that is maried to an honest wife That as her life in loue doth holde him deare With whome his heart may haue a quiet life And in content liue many a merry yeare Yet leaues a Doe to take a Rascall Deere The fruites of Will doe prooue his Wit accurst That so will leaue the best to take the worst Hee that doth enuie euery mans good happe And knowes not how to get himselfe in grace And layes his Loue but all in Fortunes lappe Whose custome