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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	church_n	lord_n	word_n	4,134	5	3.9920	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11551	An other meditatio[n] of the same Hieronimus Sauanorola vpon the lxxx Psalme of Dauid	Savonarola, Girolamo, 1452-1498.	1555 (1555)	STC 21799.2; ESTC S2309	22,043	64

to be al to gyther expelled For that stonne whiche they in theyr buyldyng refused is made the hedde corner stōne Therfore bygge was the church then o Lorde bygge I saye in worthynesse greate in trouthe greate in parfecte nesse of vertues greate in charite greate in the nombre of wonderful workes large also in spreading forth greate it was for bycause a greate Lorde arte thou that diddest grafte it that diddest gyue it encrease bycause thou diddest enlarge it bycause thou Lorde Iesu werte the guyde of her iourney Thou diddest labour in it thou diddest trauayle thou diddest watche thou did dest consecrate her with thine owne blode with the bloode of thy martyrs or witnesses Where than ar thy paynes becomme where is the sweate where is thy bloode What haste thou done Lorde God what haste thou done o my sauyour Wherfore haste thou throwne downe the wal of the Vinyarde and wherfore do euery man that passeth by the waye gather the grapes Why haste thou done this goode Lorde what is the effecte The custodie of Aungels haste thou put from it they did kepe awaye theues they did defende it Where is that sure warde now a dayes Where ar the Prophetes Where ar the Apostles the teachers the heardemen compassing this vineyarde dryuing out wicked spyrites banyshing heretikes correctīg vn gracious persones and preseruing the weake and vnparfecte Which is the wal The custodye of Aungels the defence of shepardes the holy doctrine of preachers Where is this wal It is destroyd Why who hath pulled it downe Thou Lorde whiche haste taken awaye thy good preachers whiche haste gathered thy shepardes in to heuen whiche haste taken awaye thy messengers Wherfore haste thou throwne downe the wal of this vineyarde Haste thou so done for that she maye fulfyl her naughtynes for that her wickednes maye be accomplyshed to the entent to punysh her so to renewe her But what hath she lefte vndone What synne is ther that maye not be founde in her Verely Lorde loke how that her wickednes is brought to the ful swynge And now dothe eche body that goeth by the way plucke her grapes Not the true orderers of the vineyarde not the true tyllars gathereth her frutes not al good nor yet a fewe good nor yet some good and some euil no not so muche as one good but eueryche one that commeth by the waye plucketh her grapes None but they which kepeth not thy ordinaunce yea whiche knoweth not the waye of God open synners of an euil reporte ar chosen vnto the ministerie of the aulter to those ar benefices gyuē they do gather the frutes of the vineyarde for them selfe and not for the they do not regarde thy poore people they do not fede the hungrye they clothe not the naked they harber not the straunger they defend not the wydow and the fatherles childe they done eate the lambe out of the flocke and the calfe from the middest of the hearde they do singe after the noyse of shaulmes organes they supposed they hadde the instrumentes of songe euen lyke Dauid chaunting in quiers praysyng God with theyr lyppes beyng farre from God in theyr harte drynkyng wyne in cuppes of golde and syluer dressed with very swete sauery oyntemētes and yet hathe no cōpassion vpō the rough punishmēt of Ioseph they take no maner pyte vpō the nedy poore bodye These therfore that passeth by thy waye gathereth vp the grapes of thy vineyarde But what shal I saye o Lorde For al they also whiche passeth by theyr owne waye doth plucke the frute of the vineyarde For they walking by theyr owne waye seyng the wal of the vineyarde destroyed hath ouerpassed theyr waye They made not a streyght iourney but leauing theyr owne waye torned theyr feete into thy vineyard that they myght plucke her grapes take awaye her frutes not spiritual but temporal frutes What is it that thou tellest me This I saye o Lorde The riche robbes of this worlde walking by the waye of theyr sinnes seking by ryght wronge for riches dignytes promotions pleasures of this worlde hath gon asyde out of theyr waye They ceased to folowe these worldely goodes for suche substāce honour did they labour nomore they turned themselfe to thy vineyarde to ecclesiastical auaūcement to the ryches of the churche that wal which did put backe the vnworthie is broken downe destroyed yea they haue entred in that passeth by their owne waye haue takē awaye the frutes What sayest thou This I meane To daye in the commen route of men to morowe in the roume of a Bishop To daye in a tolebothe to morow a chanon in the quier To daye a souldier to morow a preste They passed by theyr owne waye wente a syde to thy vineyarde not to the entente to til it for the but to gather the grapes ther of for themselfe This also I speake with teares Ther haue entered in euil spyrites and fyue naughty men that is to saye the hedde the membres plucking the gostely frutes of this vineyarde haue caste them forthe trodde them vnder feete hidde them destroyed thē the tyllars and workers haue they stryke with the swerde throwne them out of the vineyarde the beste braunches haue they cutte of fynally with mischeuous perswasyons threateninges persecutyōs and euyl ensamples they go aboute to bring to nought what so euer goodnes is founde in the vineiarde Wherfore then haste thou Lorde destroyed the wal of it What profyte what frute therof ensueth For bicause of that doth euery mā that passeth by the waye pull the grapes of yt But wolde God onely men or wycked spyrites goyng by the waye did gather the grapes of it and not also very beastes did entre in to it But lo a naughty beaste hath gone in to it hath destroyed it euen from the rote A Boore out of the woode hath broken the bandes of it and a singular wilde beaste hath deuoured it This boore is a swyn a fylthie swyn a proud swyn a cruel swyn not tamed at home but wilde out of that wood an exceding wātō clarke a lecherous preste whiche is no man but a beaste but an vnclēly swyn he aprocheth to thy altar he hath layn the hole nyght in his beastlynes indirt in dōge in the mornyng presumeth to touche thy sacramēts This proude swyne can not be tamed wil not be corrected letteth scorn to hear the wordes of trouthe he speaketh arrogātly he aryseth agaynst who so rebuketh hym he byteth he teareth fiersly he spareth no wordes he curseth he blasphemeth in the despite of God He is a hogge he is cruel he is a beaste not a man he persecuteth men he is no domestical nor of the householde no not so moche as newly grafted in he commeth not out of the Lordes house but from the woode from the company of beastes from the multitude of wylde beastes from the wildernesse of synners He knoweth not God