Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	grace_n	spirit_n	word_n	4,739	5	4.1204	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16765	No vvhippinge, nor trippinge: but a kinde friendly snippinge	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3672; ESTC S109105	14,356	66

And tell how neere the goose the gander sits Of Hob and Sib and of such silly creatures Of Croydon sanguine and of home made features But skorne them not for they are honest people Although perhaps theyneuer saw Paules steeple But if you could you should doe better much To bend your studie to a better end And neither one nor other seeme to tuch But in such sorte as may beseeme a friend And doe no more your spirits idly spend Withierking biting skoffing and such humors As fill the world too full of wicked rumors Bring in no Verses for Authorities As in presenti and leaue out the R T is fit for Babes in their minorities Emong their formes to fall at such a iarre Necke verses are for theeues but at the Barre God blesse vs man from euer comming there A gulitie heart can scarcely reade for feare Bacchus and Ceres were the Gods below And there shall be and neuer come aboue And Claret wine will quicken wit I trowe By the Redde Crosse I sweare it is to proue But what should Scholers wine and sugar moue To bring in so Appollo and virorum When wise men smile at horum harum horum But pardon me if that I speake false Latine For lacke of learning I no scholer am My masters gowne deserues no face of Satine I neuer to degree of Master came But where smal learning might attaine the same And for a verse in Latine let me see Alas they haue too many feete for mee But let me loue that language yet of olde For Ergos sake that many a time deluded My troobled harte that knewe not what to holde Should be vpon the consequence concluded While many a Placet for his place entruded Vntill the Bell bad breake vp schoole and then Sufficient made a world of propre men And I among them not the least contented To see both Maior and the Minor cease Full many a time my hastie will repented When I haue wisht a Placet hold his peace Whose Sophystrie would so my feare increase That to be short my learning was so little As I may write my Title in a tittle Looke not therefore for arguments of Arte But from the painted cloth vpon the wall What I haue learn'd I kindely doe imparte Hoping to purchase no ill will at all Because so rudely to my worke I fall Such weakenesse my poore wits are come vnto That beasts birds must teach me what to do My Librarie is but experience The Authors Men that in my notes I finde My notes the natures of such difference As may descry each other in their kinde Where if my wit and senses be not blinde I doe perceiue in too much ill desarte Pride in a Scholer makes a foole by Arte. Blame me not then if that I iudge amisse The Sunne and Moone are my Astronomie When you beholde where all my cunning is Charge not simplicitie with villany It were enough to breede an Agony In many a man but truely not in me That make no care what ere your censure be If it be good I thanke you for good will If contrarie so contrarie come to you If it be well I can not take it ill If otherwise the like good may it doe you If kindely then as kindly let me wooe you To leaue such ierkings least they smart too sore Loue me as I doe you I aske no more But yet me thinkes I see you smile at mee As though my Rules were scarcely worth the reading And that a silly painted cloath should be The Librarie of all my learnings breeding And that my wits had need of too much weeding Oh what a burthen must my patience cary The Alehouse is the Asses Dictionary But for the Alehouse and the Painted Cloth If ought I finde there that be worth the noting Laying aside the filthy dronken froth What good I see I will not skippe the coating A good Redde Herring may be worth the bloting Better a good wit in an Alehouse sit Then finde an Alehouse in an idle wit So much in honour of my homely booke Wherein the Birds and beasts so wisely speake And so much for the notes from them I tooke To helpe such wits as will hath made too weake Into the bounds of blessed thoughts to breake Now for the natures of those notes you see What cause you haue to thinke amisse of me I will not meddle with Quae Maribus The Propria will trouble me too much Nor yet Qui mihi Discipulus Except I knew my mastership were such As somewhat might a gratious Scholer tuch No I will let the Latine lines alone And speake a few more English and be gone Let all good wits if any good there be Leaue trussing and vntrussing of their points And heare thus much although not learne of me The spirits that the Oyle of Grace annoyntes Will keepe their senses in those sacred ioynts That each true-learned Christian-harted brother Will be vnwilling to offend another And so would I for if in truthe I knewe Although it were full much against my will I should offend but any one of you That might conceiue iust cause to wish me ill I would throwe downe my Inke break my quill Ere I would write one word to such an ende As might but gaine a foe or lose a friende In kindenesse then let me entreate you this If that your leasure serue you looke it ouer And what you finde that you may take amisse Let my confession of small learning couer Let euery Poet be each others louer Let vs note follies and be warned by them But not in writing to the world descry them It is a plot among pernicious braines To breede a brawle twixt better natur'd wits By soothing sinne with humour of disdaines Vntill they fall into some raging fits Wherein the fruite but of Repentance sits But let them listen to those tongues that list Let vs not labour for a Had I wist For some will say that Arte is ill bestow'd On him that knowes not how to vse it well And he sometime may finde his wits beshrow'd That reades his lesson ere he learne to spell Marke but the truthe the painted cloath doth tell Who laies to much vpon his wits at once May happe to prooue an Ideot for the nonce Sound a mans minde before you shew his meaning For feare repentance come an houre too late Barre nor the beggers from their merry gleaning Except the Land-lord bid you keepe the gate And where you may haue loue hunt not for hate Let Poets drinke of Helicons faire fountaine But bring no Mice out of a swelling mountaine Let Noddies go to cuffes for bloudie noses Let vs but laugh to see their lack of reason Leaue them their weedes and let vs gather Roses And reap our wheat while they do pick on peason Let vs hate lies ingratitude and treason And with our friends in fond conceipts to striue And we shall be the blessed'st men aliue If that a minde be