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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	let_v	lord_n	soul_n	14,434	5	5.5092	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02298	The funeralles of King Edward the sixt VVherin are declared the causers and causes of his death.	Baldwin, William, ca. 1518-1563?	1560 (1560)	STC 1243; ESTC S104470	9,694	24

beare the crime And after his death such cruell plages ensue As all should feele and then to late should rue The Magistrate was playnly tolde his fault The man of lawe was warned not to halte Request was made the church goodes to restore Or put to the vse that they wer taken for Leasmungring Landlords such as raysed rent Wer moved to bate their Lands to auncient stent The waste the fare the vaynnes of attyre Extorcion malice covetous desyre All Papistry with fruteles gospel boast Was cryed agaynst and damnde as wicked most And to be briefe fro the lowest to the hyest All wer desired to live the lawe of Christ. With earnest threats from God the living Lord In whose iust iye all sinne is sore abhord That if we did not these our faultes repent The King should dye and we to late lament But out alas how wer these preachers heard The heades withdrew their presens all afearde Least sum good mocion might amend their minde By whose example the people nought by kinde Tooke hart of grasse the preachers to despise And slaundred them with shameles forged lyes Gods bytter threats they made a very mocke His prophetes eke a common iesting stocke As for amendment none at al was sene But into wurs all yls were turned clene Whan God had suffred all these thinges a space And saw at last how all refused his grace And that no threates might cause them to retyer To stay the stroke of his consuming ire He fully agreed to take this blessed childe For spede wherof he vtterly exylde All meanes by which he might recover force Than did his griefe so sore assault the corse That euery vayne and muscle gan to swell Which bred a payne much like the panges of hell In which the piteous Prince a pining laye In hope all hopeles many a wofull daye But God which sawe the terror of the payne Wherin so long this innocent had layne Because he would for it provide an ayde He called Death and thus to him he sayd Dispatch at ones to Greenwich se thou hye Where my elect King Edward sicke doth lye In paynfull panges wherin he hath be long Not for his owne but for his peoples wrong Enforce thyne arme and with thy cruell dart Cleave me in twayne his vertuous godly hart What wepest thou Death Ceas foole hold thy toung ▪ What though he be both beawtifull and young So learnd a prince so manly and so meeke As seldome had nor eft shall have his like He is to good for that vngracious Realme Wherfore dispatch go strike thy stroke extreme Take no compassion on his tender youth His wit his vertue or earnest zeale of truth But wotst thou what let not thy fourme be such An ougly shape as to the worldly ruch It oft appeares But lovely as it is To such as long for euerlasting blisse With cumly shape and smiling chere I say Go lewse his soule have done and go thy way Whan doutful Death had heard this hard devise He trymd him selfe in his most cumly guyse Like Mercury in euery kinde of grace Save that he had a much more lovely face And forth he flewe and got him to the bed Wherin the King lay neyther quicke nor dead But in a traunce for why his deadly griefe And nature strave to prove who should be chiefe But when weke nature had consumde her best She yelded her and so the struggle ceast Wherby the King cam to him selfe agayne And seing death he turnd away amayne For why his yongth and yet vnfloured breth Could not consent to so vnripe a death Drye Death him selfe with pity moved thoe Had much to do to hide his inward woe And seing the lovely prince so sore afrayd With smiling there to cumfort him he sayd Most noble King abashe not but assent Nor God the almightye hath me hither sent Who much lamenting this your wofull case Would have you cum to solas with his grace In life in blisse in everlasting glory From worldly thinges all vile and transitory From this your state vncertayne and vnsure Unto a Raygne that shall for ay indure No sooner had our Soverayne heard of this But loe his goast which long had longd for blisse Would nedes away Howbeit his carefull minde For this his realme which he should leave behind Did move his grace to pray death stay awhile To thend he might him selfe both reconcile To God his king and also recommende His realme to him for ever to defend And while that Death for this cause gladly stayed He set him vp and thus to God he prayed HAve mercy on me father dere O Lord and God of truth O let thy mercy hide the sins and fraylty of my youth I have transgrest thy lawe to oft full woe is me therfore But for thy sonne my saviours sake my selly soule restore My flesh doth crave to kepe the life ful loth to loose the lyght But Lorde do thou as shal seme best to thine almighty sight And whan thou hast receyved my soule which troubles overwhelm Be mercifull most mercifull to this my wretched Realme Preserve thy truth mayntayne thy word powre plenty of thy grace On all such hartes as thou shalt set to governe in my place Thus Lorde I render to thy handes my selfe my flocke my seat Do with them all thy blessed will for Christes sake I entreat Amen ꝙ death and with his percing dart He strake in twayne the kinges yet praying hart But Lord how glad the goast was of the stroke For when it sawe the prison gate was broke Fast furth it flewe and vp to heaven went To rest with God in ioyes that never stent The soulles body about the bed did sprall While they about it on the King did call Adawing him as if he wer in swound But all for nought he had his deadly wound And when the blud that went to helpe the hart Had sweltred it and left eche other part Than waxt his face and handes all pale and wan And when the bludles partes to coole began To heavenward his handes and iyes he cast Downe fell his iawes his hart stringes all to brast And still he lay for lively heat was past Thus dyed this King this giltles blessed childe In body and soule a virgin vndefilde The sixtenth yere of his vnperfect age Wo wurth vs men whose sins let run at rage Have murdred him wo wurth vs wretches all On whom the wreke of righteous bloud must fall Wo wurth our sins for they alas have slayne The noblest prince that dyd or eft shall rayne Sapien .iiii. ☞ Thus the righteous which is dead condemneth the vngodly which are liuing and the youth that is soone brought to an ende the long life of the vnrighteous ¶ An exhortacion to the repentaunce of sinnes and amendment of life vvhich were the cause of the kinges death wil be the destruction of the Realme if God be not the more mercifull vnto vs. ALl Englishe people what so ever