Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	word_n	world_n	worldly_a	366	4	8.0107	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09538	Times iourney to seeke his daughter Truth and Truths letter to Fame of Englands excellencie.	Pett, Peter, fl. 1599.	1599 (1599)	STC 19818; ESTC S110438	19,872	52

had compared in the power That now prepared was her to 〈◊〉 Or as thos● little force● once oppos●d Against great Xerxes nauy which was though● Impossible by force to be 〈…〉 Or vnto any hazard to be brought Such England had compar'd with their● that sough● To bring her state to ruin for my sake Because she would not Truth● defence 〈◊〉 Yet England 〈…〉 Nor terrefide by their 〈…〉 Couragiously her 〈◊〉 she forw●●d led And did her selfe midst th●ckest th●ong intrude That with their 〈◊〉 her ha●● 〈◊〉 be imb●●de Straunge that a 〈◊〉 should so valiant be And such an anci●●● 〈◊〉 as is 〈◊〉 Backt with such helpe as I to her could yield At the first on ●er and first furious shocke So fiercely she he● brandisht blade did wield That they who first her little force did mocke And thought they might their harts securely rocke On sleep were made from 〈◊〉 to run and stray Her force and feircene● did the● so dismay But ●o a new supply did them renew For as they thus were da●●ted and dismayd An host of ●eends we might approaching vew That tow'rds vs came with enlignes all displayd Fearing their kingdome should be sore decayd If England o're Truths enmyes should preuaile They hastned thus to make her courage quaile But God which alwaies doth Truths cause defend Our prayers to him most benignely hard And downe from heauen he gratiously did send Legions of Angels that they might me gard And England from all daungers safely ward So soone as England saw God help'd her so She cared nor for 〈◊〉 no● any foe Straight Superstitions Sonne she doth dismou●t From of his palfrey where he proudly sa●e Commaunding him to render an account Of his presumption and to tell her what Made him so bolde whilst this I wondred a● His sister managing a monstrous beast With murther and with bloud her hate did fea●t Which when I saw to her in●ag'd I hide But presently she trembling turnd her backe In no wise she my presence would abide I followed amayne her monsters tracke Nor did I meane my swift pursuite to slacke Still did she runne to shunne my fierce incounter For well she knew I did in force surmount her As flees the sable Night from dayes approach Fearing to looke 〈…〉 in the f●ce For when 〈…〉 her siluer ●oach Night trips apace and leaues to her the place So fled this str●●pet from me in thi● 〈◊〉 Nor durst 〈…〉 to look on mee But posting 〈…〉 I follow'd her to 〈…〉 Thinking to ouertake her but in 〈◊〉 Which place 〈◊〉 it my 〈◊〉 and hates Did make mee presently 〈…〉 Or else this strump●● had not 〈◊〉 vn●l●y●e Backe I retu●● 〈◊〉 England whome I found Mongst slaughterd 〈…〉 For Superstitio●s 〈…〉 Yet wounded so that presently he dyed Or seemd to dye 〈…〉 And closely got himselfe 〈…〉 Repenting that 〈…〉 Disrob'd and naked was he glad 〈…〉 That 〈…〉 His forces also all dispersed 〈◊〉 And cut in pieces or else 〈…〉 Nothing but bloudy 〈…〉 And thus for Trueth 〈…〉 Ayded by God 〈…〉 To 〈…〉 And say● 〈…〉 This victory thus happily obtained Triumphant backe with Englan● 〈◊〉 I led Hoping shee now had firmely me regained A crowne imperiall plac'd she on my head And promist I should not be 〈◊〉 Though with her bloud shee did reuenge my wrong For well shee knew that God would make her strong And now these forty yeares I haue remayned With her in honour and in maiesty And as when shee at first mee intertayned I meane first after my great misery Shee welcomd me thou knowest most louingly So still her loue continueth the same And still 〈◊〉 doth adore Truths sacred name And is not this good Fame an excellence Did euer any nation more for me Or stand more stoutly to my rightes defence And righteous quarrell Surely if it be An excellence to 〈◊〉 Truth then shee Fames approbation deserueth well For in this excellence 〈◊〉 doth excell Of Englands matchlesse Queene make next report A matchlesse the ame and 〈◊〉 fitting Fame A matter of high m●ment great import Elizabeth no sooner 〈◊〉 thou name But Enuyes brood will hyde their heads for shame Not daring once her worth to fault or blame When worthily thou shalt declare the same Now could I wish some sacred Muses skill In sugred tunes her excellence to tell Then should my tale with admiration fill Thine eares to heare how much she doth excell For Excellence it selfe in her doth dwell What should I say Ah I want words to say What one she is her graces to display Religion hath in her such interest For her sake Truth intirely doth she loue And such possession in her sacred brest Hath Pietie that vnto God aboue Her thoughts and her affections soaring moue As if she did terrestriall things despise And scornd the world and worldly things to prise Strange in a Monarch of such maiesty For humane nature is so fraile by kinde That being once aduanced by and by God we forget no● will retayne in minde Those benefits from him we still doe finde But she of honour and of dignitie Maketh a step therewith to mount on hie As towres aloftie Eagle still alo●● And doth to take a lower flight d●●daine When as to pierce the cloudes she seemeth 〈◊〉 As if she sought some sacred seate to gaine Amongst the Star●es in glory to remaine Euen so Eliza striues aloft to mount And of these baser things makes none account True prince-ennobling faite celestiall grace Infusde by God himselfe into the minde Inforcing nature to resigne her place That otherwise is of her selfe inclinde Happy are they from God such fauour finde Ah happie yea thrice happie sure are those Whose minds thus graciously God doth dispose And happie England to whome God hath graunted A Princesse so religiously deuoted For else might Truth still haue remayned daunted And England still on Superstition doted And happely so soone had not been noted Her slie deceit had not Eliza beene Whom God made chiefest meanes to make it seene But ah I faint I finde my selfe too weake To beare so great a burthen or to treat Of such rare excellence though Truth can speake Nothing but truth her taske is ouer great To tell Elizaes worth or shew the seat That euery speciall grace hath in her hart In minde in body and in euery part Poets of Pallas oft reported much And would Fame know what they did meane thereby In auncient times ne're liued any such But they of Englands Queene did prophecy Compare their writings with her worth to try The trueth hereof then shalt thou plainely see Neuer was any Pallas if not shee Pallas from Ioue himselfe drew her 〈◊〉 And is not Englands-Queene 〈◊〉 child Else sure shee could not 〈…〉 So vertuous religious and mild T' were hard if Truth should be herein beguild Immortall Pallas they declar'd to be This Queenes immortall falne 〈◊〉 did 〈◊〉 Pallas those 〈…〉 For depth of wisedome and lot 〈…〉 And doe not 〈…〉 Wayting vpon her as