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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	faith_n	heart_n	lord_n	7,515	5	3.6414	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B05791	[A pick-tooth for the Pope, or,] The pack-mans pater noster	Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625.; Sempill, Robert, 1595?-1665?	1700 (1700)	Wing S2495A; ESTC R183716	5,687	15

here meant only of the Twelve no more Now Mary is not named now as than What need I then believe it holy Man On with your Spectacles Sir John and Read And credite this as a Point of your Creed The Holy Ghost could fall upon no more Than He was promised unto before Doubtless He took not a blind-folded Flight Like fyled Larks not knowing where to light Now He was promis'd only to the Twelve Look on the Text Sir John and judge your selve Speak man and be not silent I am sorry To see you ignorant of such a story And as the stories in themselves are divers Flowing and falling into sundry Rivers ●n divers Chapters so they stand divided Whereof ye have no Warrant in the Word And yet pursue us both with Fire and Sword As Hereticks fot not doing as ye do Yet what the World bids and no more that we do Think ye that any man can be so mad As to hold Christ his Saviour and so bad As to hold Marie for his Saviours Mother And not to love her still above all other We love her then tho' we believe not in her Nor by will-worship think we for to win her We hold her blessed for Christs flesh conceiving But far more blessed for Christs faith receiving She is his Mother and the Church his Wife Which was to him more dearer than his life So if the one could fall out with the other He would respect his Wife more than his Mother For this is every Spouses carriage But most in this spiritual Marriage And as she 's Mother of his humane life She 's but a Daughter of his heavenly Wife And by his Mother member of Christs body Who thinks not so is but a very Noddy All this Sir John I do but briefly say To let yov see that ye play us foul play Priest Well Pack-man tho' thou bear about that trunk I fear thou be but some foreloppin Monk Of Luthers lore or crooked Calvins crew And sent abroad such business to brew Transformed in the person of some Pedler Pack man Now good Sir John in faith I am no medler Nor have I mind nor means so high to Mount I can but Read a little and lay a Count And seek my Meat through many an unknown Maison I know not what you call your Kyrie Laison So help me GOD Sir John I know not better Nor in your Latine can I Read one Letter I but believe in GOD and sometimes say Christ help me when I Wander out the Way Priest R. S. I pray thee Pack Man this much for to tell me Since thou presumes so far for to excell me Were 't not a very Reasonable Thing If one were going to an Earthly King To get forgivenesse for some great Transgression That he should shortly suite the Intercession Of some great Favourite and he for to pass To purchase pardon for his high Trespass And not the guilty person to proceed Presumptuously before the King to plead But use his moyen by His Highness minion Pack-man Sir John that motion is not worth an Onion What if the King shall hear the Poor Man's Suite Should he stand silent as if he were mute No he should prostrat lay his Fault before Him And he himself for pity should implore him For Intercessors oftimes lurks and lingers Except the Pleaders largely fill their Fingers Be here to m●●●●w just 'tween six and seven And thou w●●● 〈◊〉 thyself half way to Heaven Pack-Man Content quoth I but there is something more I must have your Opinion in before In case the holy Prior have 〈◊〉 le●●ure To speak of every purpose at our pleasure There was but one Tongue at the birth of Abel And many at the building up of Babel A wicked Work which God would have confounded But when Christ came all Tongues again resounded To build his Church by his Apostles teaching Why not in praying as well as in Preaching Since prayer is the True and full perfection Of holy Service saying your Correction So if our LORD to mine own Tongue be ready What need I then with Latine trouble our Lady Or if both these my prayers must be in I pray thee tell me at whom to begin And to pray Joyntly to them both as one Your Latine prayers then are quickly gone For Pater Noster never to accord With her nor Ave Mary with our LORD If I get him what need I seek another Or dare he do nothing without his Mother And this Sir John was once in Question Disputed long with deep digestion Whether the Pater Noster should be said To GOD or to our Lady when they pray'd When Master Mare of learn'd Diversitie Was Rector of our Vniversitie They sate so long they cooled all their Kail Untill the Master-Cook heard of the Tale Who like a Mad-Man ran amongst the Clergie Crying with many a Domine me asperge To give the Pater Noster to the Father And to our Ladie give the Ave's rather And like a Welsh-Man swore a great Saint Davies She might content her well with Creeds and Ave's And so the Clergie fearing more confusion Were all contented with the Cooks conclusion Priest Pack-Man this Tale is coyned of the new Pack-Man Sir John I 'le quite the pack if 't be not true Again Sir John ye learned Monks may read How Christ himself taught us of his own Head That every Soul that was with Sin opprest Should come to him and He would give them rest Come all to me saith he not to another Come all to me saith he not to my Mother And if I do all as Christ did Command it I hope her Ladiship will not withstand it And so Sir John if I should speak in Latine Unto the LORD at Even-Song and at Matine And never understand what I were saying Think ye the LORD would take this for true praying No that ye cannot for ye may consider My Tongue and Heart should pray to GOD together And hereupon ye shall hear what befell To certain Clerks that Latine well could spell With whom by chance I Lodged at an Inne Where an old Wife upon a Rock did spin And towards Evening she fell to and pray'd But neither they not I knew what she said One said the Carling Counterfeits the Canting Another said it 's but the Matrons manting Some call'd it Cibbers other call'd it Clavers But still the Carling speaks and spins and slavers Now good Sir John what think ye of this Hussie Where was her Heart when her Hands was so busie In end one said Dame wot ye what ye say No not said she but well I wot I pray Ye pray said he and wots not what I grant Alace how ye can be so ignorant The Matrone musing little at the Motion Said Ignorance is Mother of devotion Then Dame said he if Ignorance be the Mother Darknesse must be the Daughter and none other Pray'd ye said he when all the Time ye Span What reck of that said she God's a good Man And understands all that I say in Latin And this I do at Even-Song and Matine Alace Sir John was not this Wife abused Whose Soul and Senses all were so confused Ye know these unknown Tongues can profit no Man And one tongue is enough for any Woman But when one prayes in true sincerity As God commands in Spirit and Verity The heart sends up the Tongue as Messenger Unto the Lord a Pleasant Passenger Priest But Pack-Man here 's a pretie little Book Wherein if thou will listen for to look Set out by a true Catholick Divine And out of doubt will settle thine ingine Faith Read it Pack-Man for it is but little The gadge of the new-Gospel is it's tittle He clearly proves by Zacharias Example When He did Sacrifice within the Temple And all the People stood and pray'd without They knew not then what Tongue He spake no doubt Ergo the Masse may both be said and Sung In other Language than the Mother Tongue Pack-Man Sir John I see your holy Catholick Upon the Truth hath put a pretty Trick Have ye not heard this Proverb oftimes founded Homo qui malè audit male rounded So if the People heard not what he said How could they know in what Language he pray'd Since understanding cometh by the Ear He cannot understand that doth not hear Or how proves this that Zacharie the Priest Spake Latine then the Language of the Beast Were Liturgies under the Law but so In such a Tongue that all the Jews did know What e're He spake himself sure understood it And so your Catholick did ill conclude it Because a learned Priest may pray in Latine And mumble o're his Even-Song Masse and Matin Ergo a Pack-Man to the LORD may Pray And never know a Syllable he doth say For when you put me to my Pater Noster I seek an Egge and ye give me an Oster