Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	great_a	know_v	lord_n	4,517	5	3.6339	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05208	The: iiii: leues of the trueloue		1510 (1510)	STC 15345; ESTC S109370	8,102	18

our lorde do more for his frendes dere For his holy handy werkes to helle wolde he gone To gyue ensample his lawe for to lere Saynt Iohan crystened hym in flome iordane ¶ For xxx pens was he solde thorowe a false fere Vnto the Iewes that wolde hym haue slayne All he suffred for our sake and hymselfe was clere By a kysse was he knowen and sone was be taken also ¶ It was grete pyte for to se When he sholde blenke of his ble The seconde lefe of the thre The fourth was full woo ¶ Pylate was Iustyse and spake vp on hye For to deme Ihesu that Iudas hathe solde He sayd loke lordes trouthe for to trye The semly is fautles saye what they wolde ¶ The Iues on pylate began for to crye He calleth hymselfe a kyng suche bourdes be to bolde Yf thou wylte not deme hym to daye for to dye Loude before the emperoure the tale shall be tolde for drede ¶ A fury dome he gaue hym there And sayd that he coude saye no more I rede ye take hym there And forthe ye hym lede ¶ Alas for the fourthe lefe was lefte alone When her fayre felowshyp was taken and torne Beten wich sharpe scourges body and bone Syth spred on a crosse and crowned with thorne ¶ Thorowe his handes fete herte nayles dyd gone A bryght spere to his herte sharpely was borne He shed his blode for our loue and lyfe leued hym none After and ayzell they gaue hym for scorne with gyle ¶ It was grete pyte for to se Whan he was nayled on a tre The seconde lefe sycurly Dyed for vs all ¶ The fourthe lefe of the loke alone she stode Wryngynge her handes and wepynge for woo With a mournynge chere and mylde mode Her sonnes coloure faded and wexed wonder blo ¶ Downe by his whyte sydes ran the redde blode Harde roches dyd ryue and temples in two Then swowned the fourth lefe and to the ground yode Alas for the trueloue that it sholde twyne so full yare ¶ She sawe her dere sonne dye Saynt Iohan stode her by 〈◊〉 comforte the lady That was cast in care ¶ Yet spake the noble kynge that was nayled on the tre To his moder so mylde that was mournyng that tyde And sayd leue thy wepyng woman mourne not for me Take Iohan too thy sone that wonneth the besyde ¶ Iohan take mary to thy moder for to myrthe the To kepe and to comforte your blysse for to byde The hote blode of his sydes caused longes to se That sought by a spere shafte fro his woūdes wyde that daye ¶ It was grete pyte for to se Whan he was take of the tree The seconde lefe of the thre Was closed in clay ¶ Whan he was take of the rode and delued ful yare All the welthe of the worlde with the iij. leues laye The fourth for woo fell and syghed full sare With truth of the worlde was with the true maye ¶ Thoughe his māhede was dede his myght was the more On his holy handy werkes his herte was aye The soule with the god hede to hell dyde fare The body and the man hede dyd byde the iij. daye full y are ¶ All that he with his handes had wrought And sayth with his blode bought Tyll they were out of bale brought Hym longed full sare ¶ Than sayd sory sathanas his solowe was sadde For the syght of the selcuth he was nothynge fayne He sayd to vs cometh som bodworde I trowe it be bad What art thou with thy fayre face thꝰ dyd hym frayne ¶ Kynge of Ioye is my name thy gestes to gladde Let me in for theyr loue thou sholde not layne He sayd wende awaye with thy myght thou makest vs all made What sholde thou do in this pythere is nothyng but payne ¶ Whan they herde the kynge spake All theyr gates they dyd shyt fast Sone the barres dyd breke And all the bandes braste ¶ For his holy handy werkes there harowed he hell All thē brought out of bale that euer had ben his Dauyd his derlynge made myrthe them amonge With an herpe in his hande he harped I wysse ¶ All his retenue out coude he tell And of his grete mercy forgaue them theyr mysse He sayd I was solde for your sake and suffred woūdes wyde And all my good chyldrē be brought vnto blysse on the roode ¶ The sothe is not to layne Whan they were brought out of payne To the blyssed body agayne The holy goost yode ¶ The fourth lefe of the trueloue was folden for wo She was lefte mayde moder and wyfe The fyrste lefe full of myght his wyll was so By the assente of the thyrde lefe was there no stryfe ¶ They reysed vp the seconde bytwene them two Thorowe myght of the godhede from dethe vnto lyfe He toke a crosse in his hande and forthe he dyd go With his flesshe and his woundes fyfe he yode ¶ When he was rysen agayne He mette mary magdalayne It was no meruayle yf she was fayne ¶ He was her leche good ¶ Forth wente mari magdalayne with myrth and with mode She tolde the tydynges to T●omas of ynde How cryst was rysen agayne that shed his hert blode 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 this Thomas thou shalte it true fynde ¶ Then spake Thomas in stede there he stode Women be talkynge it cometh to them by kynde He wolde neuer byleue it tyll cryste to hym yode And apered to the apostles so clerkes hath in mynde ¶ He put his hande to his syde He blessed all that tyme That byleued on his woundes wyde And sawe they neuer with eye ¶ Forthe wente the semly the soth for to saye To seke his dyssyples that euer were true Sayth to our lady that he had loued ay All hole in his hurtes of hyde and of hewe ¶ She was euer stable and styll and fayled neuer faye The iiij leues of troueloue they sprynge euer newe Our lorde assended into heuen on holy thursdaye Then folowed his moder with myrthes ynowe full euen ¶ Before her sone she kneled downe With a good deuocyon On her hede he set a crowne And made her quene of heuen ¶ The iiij lefe of the trueloue blessed must she be She may haue Ioye in her herte of her gentyll chylde On his faders ryght hande her sone maye she se And the holy ghost that to them can bylde ¶ Now be they hole in one godhede persones thre And she is mayde of myght and moder full mylde Suche a nother trueloue growed neuer on tre Who so trysteth on that trueloue shall not be gyled so hende ¶ Wellis that wyght That maye besure of the syght Where euer is daye and euer lyght And Ioye without ende ¶ Thus hathe the fayre trueloue made vs all fre Our soules out of bondage bought vs on the rode He commaunded vs to kepe and gaue pauste Our soules out of synne for ony worldes good ¶ Moche sorow wolde we haue we our soules myȝt se When they be sonken