Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

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mercy_n	holy_a	son_n	trinity_n	4,094	5	10.4029	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A21166	The paradise of daintie deuises containyng sundrie pithie preceptes, learned counsailes and excellent inuentions : right pleasant and profitable for all ages / deuised and written for the most parte by M. Edwardes, sometime of her Maiesties chappell, the rest by sundrie learned gentlemen both of honor and worship, whose names hereafter followe.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.; Bernard, of Cluny, 12th cent. De contemptu mundi. English & Latin. Selections.; Vaux, Thomas Vaux, Baron, 1510-1556.; Hunnis, William, d. 1597.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; E. O.; Kinwelmersh, Francis, d. 1580?; Sande, D.; Yloop, M.	1585 (1585)	STC 7520; ESTC S105441	59,068	98

wofull eyes do take their chief delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight With pinyng paynes do driue me from the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hire But burne my selfe and I do blow the fire FINIS I. Haiwood Looke or you leape IF thou in suretie safe wilt sit If thou delight at rest to dwell Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fit Let tongue in silence talke expell In all thinges that thou seest men bent See all say nought hold thee content In worldly workes degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Both the others to iudge vpon Wherfore in all as men are bent See all say nought hold thee content The makers oft are in fault found The deers doubt of prayse or shame The lookers on finde surest ground They haue the fruite yet free from blame This doth perswade in all here ment See all say nought hold thee content The Prouerbe is not South and west which hath bene sayd long time agoe Of little medling commeth great rest The busie man neuer wanteth woe The best way is in all worldes sent See all say nought hold thee content FINIS I. Haiwood A description of the world WHat is this world a net to snare the soule A masse of sinne a desart of deceipt A momentes ioy an age of wretched dole A lure from grace for flesh a lothsome baite Unto the minde a canker worme of care Unsure vniust in rendring man his share A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde where riche men ioynes to robbe the shiftlesse wretch where bribing mistes do blind the Iudges eyen where Parasites the fattest croms do catch where good vesartes which chalenge like reward Are ouer blowen with blastes of light regard And what is man dust slime a puffe of winde Conceiude in sinne plast in the world with grief Brought vp with care till care hath caught his minde And then till death vouchsafe him some relief Day yea nor night his care doth take an end To gather goodes for other men to spend Oh foolish man that art in office plaist Thinke whence thou camste and whether thou shalt goe The haut high ekes small windes haue ouercast when slender weedes in roughest weather grow Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight And woundeth you who wallow in delight You lustie youthes that nourish high desire Abase your plumes which makes you looke so bigge The Colliers Cut the Courtiers Steede will tire Euen so the Clarke the Parsons graue doth digge whose happe so is yet here long life to winne Doth heape God wott but sorrow vpon sinne And to be short all sortes of men take heede The thunderboltes the loftie towers teare The lightning flash consumes the house of reede Yea more in time all earthly thinges will weare Saue onely man who as his earthly time is Shall liue in woe or els in endlesse blisse FINIS G. Gask A wittie and pleasaunt consaite WHat fonde delight what fancies straunge what deepe despight what sodaine chaunge what stilling strife what deepe debates Doe runne so rife in doltishe pates Who vewes and sees and takes no heede who seekes degrees and can not speede In steade of ioyes shall reape such woes As breed annoyes twixt frendes and foes who wiuing wantes and liues alone when thriuing scantes is ouerthrowne who seekes to thriue and finde no way May chaunce to striue and marre the play who spendes his wealth and winnes the wine Doth hurt himselfe and helpe the swine who hauntes the house where Ale is sold May gayne a croust and lose his gold Who spinnes by spight and reeles to woe Who takes delight in roling so Doth dubbe himselfe a drousie hedde And bringes drousie foole to bedde Who rides a loft and cannot rule Who sitts not soft and keepes his stoole Doth both content themselues with wrong But wisemen will not vse it long FINIS I.H. ¶ The complaynt of a Sinner And song by the Earle of Essex vpon his death bedde in Ireland O Heauenly God O Father deare cast downe thy tender eye Upon a wretche that prostrate here before thy face doth lye O poure thy precious oyle of grace into my wounded hart O let the droppes of mercy swage the rigour of my smart My fainting soule suppressed sore with carefull clogge of sinne In humble sort submittes it selfe thy mercy for to winne Graunt mercy then O Sauiour sweete to me most wofull thrall UUhose mournefull crie to thee O Lord doth still for mercy call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubburne minde And to the sway of worldly thinges my selfe I haue inclinde Forgetting heauen heauenly powers where God and Sainctes do dwell My life had like to tread the pathe that leades the way to hell But now my Lord my Lodestarre bright I will no more do so To thinke vpon my former life my hart doth melt for wo Alas I sigh alas I sobbe alas I doe repent That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent Sith thus therfore with carefull plaint I do thy mercy craue O Lord for thy great mercies sake let me thy mercie haue Restore to life the wretched soule that els is like to dye So shall my voyce vnto thy name sing prayse eternally Now blessed be the Father first and blessed be the Sonne And blessed be the holy Ghost by whom all thinges are done Blesse me O blessed Trinitie with thy eternall grace That after death my soule may haue in heauen a dwelling place FINIS F. Kindlemarshe The fruite that springes from willfull wittes is ruth and ruine rage And sure what headlesse youth committes repentaunce rues in age I Rage in restlesse youth and ruines rule my dayes I rue too late my restlesse youth by rules of reasons wayes I ranne so long a race in searche of surest way That leysure learnd me trade the trace that lead to leude decay I gaue so large a rayne to vnrestrained bitte That now with proofe of after payne I waile my want of witte I trifled forth the time with trust to selfe conceiptes UUhilst plenties vse prickt forth my time to seeke for sugred baites wherein once learnde to finde I founde so sweete a tast That due foresight of after speede selfewill esteemed wast which will through wilfulnesse hath wrought my witlesse fall And heedelesse youthes vnskilfulnesse hath lapt my life in thrall whereby by proofe I know that pleasure breedeth paine And he that euill seede doth sow euill fruite must reape againe Let such therfore whose youth and purses are in prime Foresee and shunne the helpelesse ruth which sues mispent of time For want is next to wast and shame doth sinne ensue Euill speeding proofe hath heedelesse hast my selfe haue proued it true UUhen neighbours next house burnes tis time therof take heede For fortunes wheele hath choise of turnes which chaūge of chaunces breede My sayle hath bene aloft though now I