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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
power_n	let_v	lord_n	praise_v	3,254	5	9.4067	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04964	The birth, purpose, and mortall vvound of the Romish holie League Describing in a mappe the enuie of Sathans shauelings, and the follie of their wisedome, through the Almighties prouidence. By I.L.	I. L., fl. 1589.; Lea, James, fl. 1589, attributed name.	1589 (1589)	STC 15106; ESTC S106736	6,567	13

other Saints while Friers tooke their beads Then at the length when we forsooke the chase Both wind and waue defied them to the face But all this while proud Parma with his barges Could nought preuaile to driue his men aboorde But lost his toyle with all his costes and charges Sometime he spake them faire straight threatning with his sword But all in vaine his Sailers ranne away And left his Boates to set him home his hay They wift full well that in the narrowe Seas Was nothing got but stripes and English blowes Which they forsooke as glad to liue at ease And left the Prince quite bored through the nose But God my friends he tooke away their barts To make them knowe his power and furie of his darts Yet that which most doth shewe the arme of God In all these bloodie broyles we lost not threescore men To them a certaine signe of Heauens heauie rod To vs a shewe of loue let vs be thankfull then And praise that Lord which is the Lord of hoast That doth defend and shield our English Coast And makes our Land abound with flesh and bread And cloath most fine from colde to gard our backe With Timber store good Iron Tinne and Lead And many other things which other Nations lacke But yet a greater grace we haue his word in peace God graunt it may continue and bring forth more increase Let Spanyard then go delue and digge for hidden gold Let him go rend rich Indies bowels out Let him go trie his friends and let his Buls be sold Let him raise taxes more and let him cast about Let him let Pope let Deuill and all the rest Do what they can yea let them do their best Let them not cease to boast and bragge to come againe Let them with speede prepare like Forces trebble tolde Let vs repent amend pray for our Princes raigne Let vs be true in one let vs together holde Come Deuill then come Pope and all the crewe And as you sped of late so shall you speede a newe For England yet both is and shall be English still And English Brutes do brauely keepe the same Though bastard Britaines boast and bragge their fill And leaue their Land and skorne the English name They skorne not vs but bring themselues in skorne By leauing vs they léese themselues and seede vnborne Our Papistes play the Batte that left the flying foule Because he thought that Beastes more stronger were than they Who dares not now appeare but with the skriching Owle Flyes alwaies in the night not daring view the day So do our Papistes proud who skorne our little Ile In flying to the mightie Beasts which now haue got the foile They would be Birds againe but shame doth beate them back They wish themselues vnborne or els vntimely birth Their hope is ouerthrowne their Beastes be gone to wrack So they bewaile their losse while we sing praise with mirth We praise our God which doth vs safely keepe While they may howle like hounds wring their hands and wéepe And long may you so houle till you repent and chaunge And turne vnto the Lord from whom you go astray And yéeld vnto your Realme from which you runne raunge Good subiects to your Prince become while yet you may Orels be sure more plagues will still ensue Upon your loathsome League and also vpon you Which League now lieth sicke your Doctors doo despaire Your Pope doth scratch his head your Spanish ships are lost Your Cardinalls crie out your Friers teare their haire Your combes now are cut your Clergie cease to boast The French king now espies wherto your league was hatche And like a King he cutteth short those that him ouer-matcht Because he suffered long you thought that he would beare Because that he forbore you thought ye might him lade Because once you made him flye ye thought him still to feare Because he would not be of Romish League and trade You thought to cut him off you thought him to betray Which beede your Guize must do and make the King away But Guize hath his reward and in his guise is slaine The bloodie Guize hath bloodie end most iustly to his hire The bloodiest man that France ere bred that made of blood a gaine Lyes now in dust who was your hope and toppe of your desire Lothe then the League that leaueth you is in falling downe Gainst Christ it first was made and Heauens thereat frowne Forsake the Church of Rome and flye that man of sinne Returne to Christ his fold that you with vs may ioy And pray with vs in heart yea let vs neuer lin That God protect his Church and keepe from all annoy Our thrice renowmed Quéene our royall Realme and Land From secrete foes at home and from the Romish band FINIS