Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	let_v	lord_n	vouchsafe_v	2,838	5	10.6553	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02478	Of golds kingdome, and this vnhelping age Described in sundry poems intermixedly placed after certaine other poems of more speciall respect: and before the same is an oration or speech intended to haue bene deliuered by the author hereof vnto the Kings Maiesty.	Hake, Edward, fl. 1560-1604.	1604 (1604)	STC 12607; ESTC S106139	24,599	66

heed What words he speakes and what appointed is For felling of this field the time and maner how Looks well 〈◊〉 and so I lea●e you now No sooner go●● but comes the Farmer thither And thus he spake aloud vnto his man Sirha sayd he you see this goodly weather Get reapers go with all the speed you can I t●ow my neighbours will not say me nay Request them all and tell me what they say The selfe same night when mother Larke came in The silly birds with low and fearefull voyce Related all Tust tush quoth she a pin If maister Farmer make no better choise Then neighbours helpe this field will not go downe Neighbours will helpe themselues throughout the Towne Next morning when she was to go againe The like precept and charge she left behind At noone the owner came but all in vaine His neigbours Sycles no where could he find All cha●ing then he cald vnto his man Who sayd that they would come but knew not whan Well well quoth she I le trust no Neighbours aide Go now to such my Cosins and my Kin I know with them this matter will be waide And here to morrow let them all begin This fearefull Summons when the Dam returnd The litle Larkes declard and then they mournd Not this quoth she as yet shall make vs flie Will kinsfolkes helpe No no the 'yle helpe themselues And therefore yet a while here will we lie Cease therefore cease your moane you whi●pring el●●s And marke to morrow when he comes againe What ●e giues forth and how ●e doth complaine The morow came and as he did before The owner of the field returnd and finding none About the Corne Lord how he swet and swore For being told of kins excuse and how each one Was faint and cold and stood● vpon delay He ●●●de and fretted and in fi●e did say That he no longer neighbours ki●red nor Ought sa●● himselfe thenceforth would trust vnto And therefore now quoth he to cure this d●r Do thou therein as I shall bid thee do To morrow morning call my men togither And with their Harnest weapons bring them hither Those newes at night when Beldam came to neast The birds did tell as they had done before Yea now quoth she this matter is increast For after this delayes must be no more This night with speed we must go change our seate And so she did with paines and trauell great And now to shew the morall of this tale As Larke that neasted in anothers ground Not fenst about with hedge nor ditch nor pale Did yet abide a twise most dolefull sound Of kin and neighbours comming to the place But when she saw that altred was the case As that the Owner of the field would come Or send his seruants on the morow day Then thought she ti●e to leaue that borrowd roome And with her young ones thence to packe away Such is the case of all men that do lay Their hope of helpe in kinred or in frend For such a one lies helples in the ●nd The dolorous man being still crossed in his estate bewaileth his mishaps DRooping and dying in depth of dispaire Wasted and wearied with sorrow and smart Pinched and pained in penc●full chaire Yet dare not discouer the thoughts of my heart To keepe them or shew them brings griefe alike to me To keepe or to shew them alike doth vndo me O dayes full of dolor O nights of vnrest O times full of trouble O seasons vnkind If ought could be added or ought be decreast Then might th●●● be hope some comfort to find But resolute Ruine still standing at doore Death cannot haue entrance nor life be secure O God if thou dost it to punish my Sinne I am thy poore seruant the worke of thy hand All fraile and vnstable without and within Vnable without thee one houre to stand But sith thou hast promist to helpe where is need Lord keepe thou thy promise and helpe me with speed Thou knowst what I lacke thou knowst what I ail● O Father of mercy O Fountaine of Grace Sith none that hath sought thee did euer yet fail● Lord let not me onely be thrust out of place But looke thou on me as thou lookest on all And helpe thy poore Seruant that lieth in thrall Igraunt of my merites I may be ashamed Not mercy but iudgement doth fit my des●ri My life hath bene loose my thoughts all vntamed And what so was holy that did I peruert Not therefore for me but for thy name sake Vouchsafe me thy mercy my sorrow to slake Of dissembling friends WEll spake that chosen of the Lord Who viewing friends by proose Compared those that in our woes and sorowes stand aloofe To water brookes whose moysture Heate in Sommer dryes to nought And winters Frost likewise suckes vp When helpe thereosis sought Contrariwise in time of Raine When each small pit is full Then flow they fast and send forth store each hollow gappe to gull A carefull Debtor I Liue in debt yet l●ue not to do so I pay no debt but not because I would not T is debts disease that breedeth all my woe It kils my heart alas because I could not But hence I go to seeke some change of soyle Whereby to pay my debt with bodies toyle Of one neere dead through thought THought is a secret that doth kill And with the dead it selfe doth die As with his ruine Sampson fill Himselfe and all with him perdie And is not my poore case much nye Neere dead through Thought both Thought and I I Thought no Thought could haue preuaild Against my cheerefull minde But cross with crosse hath so assaild That now not so I finde For Thought is come and ioy is gone The body pines and death drawes on The liberall mans Expostulation with Golde WEre my desier to hoerd thee in my chist Or wisht I thee to feede my lustfull paunch Or that by thee I might do what I list And into seas of banefull pleasures launch Or were my minde to lash thee out in lawe By brabling suites which all good things withdrawe Then hadst thou Gold good cause to shunne my sight And keepe thy presence from my longing eye But sith in seeking thee my Thoughts goe right Why should'st thou then disdaine my Thoughts to trye Beleeue me as thou list this is my mind If thou make choyce of me the poore shall finde Not peny helpe or slender almes at doore But pounds of aide if need shall so require A full reliefe I le giue vnto the poore My needy friend shall haue his harts desire And eu'ry case that helplesse lyes for Golde Shall haue my sure support as powre can hold To Booke-men wanting meanes both hands shall giue The vnprouided Preacher sound of life Shall finde how far my zeale my purse can driue But not to nourish Sects or maintaine strife In summe what good so'ere thou Gold canst do My hand shall not withhold my helpe thereto But here I cease