Selected quad for the lemma: reason_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
reason_n	will_n	wit_n	work_v	3,308	5	10.7542	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16768	Pasquils mad-cap· And his message.; Pasquils mad-cap. Part 1	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3675; ESTC S123326	14,364	50

For time will come that all wil come to light Do not perswade a foole that he is wise Nor make a Beggar thinke he is a King Say not a Mole can see that hath no eies Nor starke dead stockes haue any power to spring For while that Logicke would maintaine a lie T is easely found out in Philosophie Tell idle eies that know not how to looke Their wanton thoughts will worke them nought but woes Tell addle wittes that haue the world mistooke Vnbrideled willes are Reasons ouerthrowes While onely Trueth that walkes by Wisedomes line Happieth the heart and makes the soule diuine Goe to the Court and tell your gratious Queene That in her loue her land hath blessed beene And tell her land that you haue truely seene No Court on earth more graced in a Queene Where Vertue giues a kinde of heauenly Crowne That all the world can neuer tumble downe There tell the Lordes and Ladies in their eares They must be loyall in their humble loues The fairest Badge that Honor euer beares Is in a crowne a nest of Turtle-doues The crowne of Lawrell that can neuer wither The Birdes in loue that liue and die togither There tell the Courtier he doth kindely serue That of his curtsie cannot make a cloake Where Bounties hand doth honor best deserue That giues rewarde before the word be spoke And tell the Gallants that will seeke for Graces Chaste modest eies best figure Angells faces Goe bidde the Lawyers looke their Common places And where they know the trueth there giue the right For God himselfe who heares the poore mans cases VVill giue a day vnto their darkest night When in the booke that doth all thoughts disclose Their soules shall see whereto iniustice growes Goe to the learned Vniuersities And tell the Schollers of the losse of time Bidde them beware of too much liberties Best thriuing plants are tended in their prime And bidde them first goe read the rules of Grace That lower blessings may come on a pace Tell country Players that old paltry iests Pronounced in a painted motley coate Fills all the world so full of Cuckoes nests That Nightingales can scarcely sing a note Oh bidde them turne their minds to better meanings Fields are ill sowne that giue no better gleanings Goe tell the Fidlers that doe haunt the Faires They are but coales to kindle wicked fires Where onely Pence do make vnequall paires Performe the actions of vncleane desires When in an Ale-house in a drunken pot The diuell daunceth though they see him not Goe tell the Swaggrers that doe vse to sweare Heere or in hell their mouthes will sure bee stopt And tell the theeues that robbe without a feare That Tiborne trees must once a month be topt And tell the cluster of the damned Crue Such hell hounds heauen out of her mouth doeth spue Bidde each Diuine goe closely to his booke And truly teach the comforts of the soule And to his life to haue a carefull looke Knowing what actions Angels doe enrowle And tell them truly that diuinitie VVith worldly loue hath no affinitie Feed not the Souldiour with delight of blood VVhile Mercie is the honour of a field And tell the Merchant that ill-gotten good A wretched life a wofull end will yeeld And tell the Miser vsurer of monie His soule is poisoned with his bodies honie Goe tell the Craftes-man of his craftie worke And that his cousoning one day will decay For long the Fox may in his borow lurke That may be catcht in hunting for his pray And whereas truth can onely beare a blame Falshoode must runne and hide her face for shame Goe tell the Fencer with his deadly foine That Caine and Abel yet are currant weight VVhere is more easie for to part than ioine The soule and bodie by a wicked sleight VVhile secret Murther in the sinners brest VVill neuer let the foule to be at rest Goe tell the Beggar at the Rich mans gate That Lazarus in Abrahams bosome liues And tell the Rich that Diues wofull state Doth shew what almes lacke of Pittie giues And tell the VVise that Salomon is dead VVhile wilfull Fancie brings a Foole to bedde Goe bid the Iailour looke vnto his charge And not be cruell where he may be kinde For though a prisoner be not set at large Yet in his sorrow let him comfort finde That when the soule at Mercies doore doth knocke Pittie on earth may ope the heau'nly locke Goe to the prisoner that doth liue opprest And tell him Patience is a heau'nly power That in all troubles giues the Spirit rest And makes it happie in a heau'nly hower When true Remorce that Vertues griefe doeth see From Care and Sorrow soone will set him free Goe tell the wretch that would and cannot thriue That his endeuour standeth for a deede And bid the sicke man in his soule reuiue While Angells ioyes on sinners teares do feede And tell the soule that mourneth for her sinne Heau'n gates stand open for to let her in Tell not the Crow that she is lillie white Because a Painter colourd hath her coate Nor say a Cuckoe hath in musicke sight Because in Maie she hittes vpon a noate But say the Crow is blacke the Cuckoe's hoarse The finest carkasse will be but a coarse Tell Aesopes Pig that Flies with Peacockes feathers They are but stolne or borrowed not her owne And tell the shippe that sailes in roughest weather Vpon a Rocke she may be ouerthrowne And tell the Hart that will not keepe the wood To graze too farre will doe him little good Goe tell the Poets that their pidling rimes Begin apace to grow out of request While wanton humours in their idle times Can make of Loue but as a laughing iest And tell prose-Writers Stories are so stale That pennie Ballads make a better sale Goe tell the Authors of high Tragedies That bloudlesse quarrells are but merry fights And such as best conceit their Comedies Do feede their fancies but with fond delights Where toyes will shew that figure Trueths intention They spoile their spirites with two much inuention Goe bid the Scriuener looke in his Indentures That no ill couenant a conueiance marre And tell the Sailer that in Sea aduentures A shippe ill guided splits vpon a barre And tell the Fisher when he layes his nets He fisheth ill that but a Gudgin gets Goe tell the Iugglers that their iests are toies Where Wisedome seeth the woorth of little wit Their exercises but for girles and boies That watch the Gander while the Goose doth sit Their trickes but trifles bred by wickednesse But to deceiue the eie of simplenesse Goe tell the Pander and the Parasite The one his tongue is like the others minde The Parasite without a tooth can bite The Pander liues in a more loathsome kinde The one his facultie is flatterie The other liues by fitthie Lecherie Goe tell the traitor if thou hitst of any That Iudas is a prologue to their play And tell the world