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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	great_a	know_v	word_n	4,458	5	3.8471	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03337	The resurreccion of the masse with the wonderful vertues of the same, newly set forth vnto the greate hartes ease, ioye and comforte of all the catholykes, by Hughe Hilarie. (?)	Hilarie, Hughe.; Becon, Thomas, 1512-1567.; Bale, John, 1495-1563.	1554 (1554)	STC 13457; ESTC S104097	17,732	44

to range about Yet in paryshes and churches cathedral In colleges also was I s●yl mayntayned There I founde fauour what soeuer dyd befal And among them was I greatly commended Yet was my courage wonderfully slayne To se me out of the monasteries exiled For I thoughte alwayes I shoulde haue bene fayne Out of this realme shortly to haue fled For many began my iugling to perceaue And what an enemy I was to Christes bloude They sayde I should no lenger them deceaue Therfore to banishe me they thought it good And without doubte so had it come to passe If the stoute prelates had not styked hard to me But they humbly kneled before the kynges grace And sayde it wer●●etie it shoulde so be Many reasons out of duns and dorbel They brought forthe in the parliament hous But out of Gods worde neuer a deal No not so muche as was worthe appylde lous Yet their reasons went for payment amōnge them And I founde by acte of parliament To be necessary ad salutem For the quicke and dead a godly entent At the making of the .vi. articles done was this A right good parliamēt for my shauelinges If that might remayne we should neuer do amys But euermore rule lyke Lordes in all thinges Now was it made bothe burning and hanging To speake agaynst me or that litle great God No better coulde I haue had it by wishing Than for these new fellowes to haue such a rodde Now thought I my self in a goodly case And so sure that I should neuer decaye Euery mancalled me the moste blessed masse And wayted on me lyke a Goddesse alwaye Iraygned I rule I was in my ruffe I was songe I was sayde in euery coste Man wyfe chylde called me pure good s●u●fe And magnifyed me to the vttermoste Well was I tyll certayne of the new learninge Began to sturte vp after their olde fashion Agaynst me and the litle great God speaking Calling vs bothe horrible abhominacion Then began my buttocks for feare to quake I thoughte my destruction to be at hande But the prelates did the matter vp take And those heretykes stoutely withstande For shortly they burnt them as their wonte is So vehement and whote is their charitie Thinking by this means to do hye seruice Unto Gods moste excellent maiestie Somewhat chered agayn after that I was And rayned lyke a Goddesse moste nobly Yea I was in a wonderfull good case Tyll the death of that mighty kynge Henry After hys death I began to waxe faynte For I that before was taken for a goddesse Coulde not now be admitted for a saincte An Idoll to call me they did not ceasse A sacrifice propiciatory Was I afore bothe for the quicke and dead Yea and that no salutem necessary By acte of parliament adiudged Now am I proued no sacrifice at all But a playne enemy to Christus passion A Maum●t and Idol they do me call Worthy to be brought vnto vtter confusion In the beginning of kynge Edwardes raygne They called me first to examination My self I did so slenderly mayntayne That all men might se my weake foundacion For of Gods worde I haue no grounde at all That playnly dothe condemne me the trueth to tell At Rome had I my first originall Of a number of Popes as it befell Clouted and patched lyke a beggers cloke Was I God knoweth foule euell fauoredly Ragges they brought out of their popish poke And cobled them on me after their fansy What myne owne name meane I can not declare No the papistes them selfs can it not define Although herein they haue taken full great care And wolde very gladly the trueth out fyne This worde missa hath bene diligently soughte And yet can they not fynde wherof it come They studie about a matter of noughte This am I certen that I came from Rome Fyrst whan I was at the barre arraygned A certayne simple mayde called the communion Before all the company me greuously accused And layde to my charge muche abhominacion She called me a thefe and a God robber An harlot and a spirituall whore Sayeng that I and my massers together Had vtterly dryuen Christ out at the doore Ye take vpon you quod she to offer sa●●ifice For the synnes bothe of the quicke and the dead Whiche onely pertayneth to Christes office As by the scriptures it is clerely proued Ye corrupte the wordes of the Lordes supper And adde of your owne imaginacion Ye reherse them also in hocker mocker That the people haue no edificacion Ye set vp a straunge God to be worshipped Made of bread lyke vnto a waffer cake Of wicked pope Urban this haue ye learned And thus the true liuing God do ye forsake The Sacrament of Christes body and bloud By you Antichristes is defyled vtterly Marchandyse ye make of it as ye were woode And dayly to your chapmen ye sell it for monye The congregacion by Christes appoyntement In perfecte loue should receaue it together But to eate it alone is your entent Standing lyke fylthye swyne at the aulter To the good playne people ye turne your backes And playe many a pratye iugling caste Brandon the iuglare had neuer goodlyer knackes Than ye haue at your masse bothe fyrste and laste At your masse ye mock ye mow ye breath ye blow At your masse ye kysse ye lycke ye knele ye knocke At your masse about the chalice your God ye throw And dandle hym vp doune lyken Robyn Rodocke At your masse lyke charmers and coniurers Ye make your crosses for feare of sprites At your masse ye blesse oft with your greasy fyngers I thincke it be for auoyding euel syghtes At your masse ye stand nodding in your memēto Lyke Bedlem iackes cleane out of your wyttes At your masse lyke shackled geese ye hoppe to fro Now standing now kneling as it come by fyttes At your masse lyke chuffes ye eate drincke alone Cleane contrary to Christes institucion The people looke vpon you but they kan get none Whiche doubtles is a great abhominacion At your masse ye suppe and suppe styl ye suppe Tyll that ye leaue nothing at all behynde Than blesse ye the people with an emptye cuppe And sende them home bothe ignorant and blynde At your masse God is openly blasphemed At your masse Christes bloud is dishonored At your masse all Idolatrie is committed At your masse the Lordes supper is defyled At your masse the simple people are blynded At your masse many blasphemies are done At your masse all good men with sorowe are fylled At your masse the deuels in hell haue delectation All good men vtterly abhorre the masse All good men will not be present at it All good men crye out vpon her and alas All good men wishe her hence for to flit Where the masse is there is no true religion For it is the head spring of all Idolatrie Where the masse is there is all supersticion Wickednes and abhominable hypocrisy None is to be founde so common an whore So notable