Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	work_n	work_v	writer_n	25	3	7.7865	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10869	Eustathia, or the constancie of Susanna containing the preservation of the godly, subversion of the wicked, precepts for the aged, instructions for youth, pleasure with profitte. Penned by R.R.G.	Roche, Robert, 1575 or 6-1629.	1599 (1599)	STC 21137; ESTC S112042	52,757	126

Sometimes the matter naked wanteth wordes Sometimes good matters mar'd When ill contriv'd they say Sometimes the sence a caffling cause affordes Sometimes a sentence or affectate wordes A tedious stirre for in Philautus brawle There scape● not one hee hath about withall Saith one of these the note is iust Mongst men of better note Our sharpest wittes that climbe the sceane of fame In vainest follies leese Themselues and vainely dote Doe spend much art for to deserue much blame While they some idle-dreamed phancie frame And leaue their workes a witnesse firme and stable VVhat time they lost in hatching of a ●able Great pittie sure that learned men Of great and rare conceate Should so these braue habilities debase That while they stretch them out To proofe to shew them great The praise of their imploimentes in this case Is voide of praise and hath this onelie grace That they haue wi●ely tolde a foolish tale And smoothly set a long made lie to sale And yet this inconvenience great Might finde some faire excuse If drift of their discourse at vertue aymed For oft in fables foldes Trimme morall truth doth vse But when the worke is matter meerely feigned And ende thereof deserues to be disdeigned The writer merites pitie more then praise And worke vnworthy presse fit flames to raise Thus surelie speakes this Censurer And doth his thoughtes reveale As if some sterne Dictator thundred lawes From whom on paine of death Vnlawfull to appeale Yet did not well bethinke him in his pawse For though a story true doth grace his cause He paintes it out with colours of invention And giues it wordes to fit his owne intention Which if the Censor vse himselfe Thy selfe maist vse the same Whose levill aymeth at as vertuous end And to reduce the worke And story into frame By reasons rule the whole discourse is pend And hath no cause the godly to offend Or grieue the good vnlesse some harsh divine Against his sacred Poems will repine An other sort of snarling mates Do pester ev'ry age Who will be critickes though they guide the cart And censure workes of weight Quoat faultes in every page Depraue the wittes of men of best desart And iudge of all by envie not by arte Who more doth mallice art then artlesse braine Who byteth worse then Bevi●s in his vaine High spirited Homer matchlesse man A baggage deem'd a blocke And did with bitter tauntes his workes deface Of Virgille● dainetie vaine Could Mevius frame a mocke Inferring that he filch'd his chiefest grace By treading in the tract of Homers trace Or from the fruites of Hesiods happie braine And Theoc●ite the Syracusian swaine Thus to obscure the mer●iest crie Where deepe-mouth'd hounds doe go Each time hath bawling curres that barke and howle Which sith tis so hath bin And ever will be so Of learned rest secure well train'd in schoole Thou must not feare the ●lout of every foole Who in a prating vaine though thou repine Will blame whole bookes but cannot mend a line C. A. R. WHat time the iudge severe sin-scourdging God Cōpeld to change the course that mercy ment Withdrew his favour and drew forth his rod To punish those that knew not to repent That time ingrate-full Iuda iudgement had To die or suffer bondage even as bad For when they scornd the heav'nly herauldes sent To summon them back-sliders to the Lord Crying with yernefull voice Amend repent Else hoattest wrath will follow this his word E●se will too late repentance plead for grace When mercie flies and iustice holdes the place When hardned heartes could not become so wise By others harmes to learne their owne beware While fresh record presented to their eies Ten brethren tribes subdude to slavish care Whom the Assirian monarch did subdue And made of freemen borne a captiue crue When eke they were vnmindefull how their king Younge Ieconias but nine yeares before And thousandes moe the sanctus blacke did sing What time they did their dismall day deplore While captiues thence in bondage led to dwell They crying weeping schreeching say farewell When princes rulers priestes and people base Exceeded farre all heathen in their sin When Sadom and Samaria might giue place And not come neere the waies they walked in When harmelesse men were held of none account But he the man that did in sinne surmount Then as a raging flowd long bent with baies Beares headlong downe what standes before the breach Or as rebellious soares by long delaies Recure-lesse scorne the cunning of the leach Ev'n so remedilesse like raging thunder The Lord powrd downe his wrath long time kept vnder When whistling for the Bees of Babel-land Came Nabuchadnetzar sirnamd the great And brought with him a most puissant band Of souldiers skild in every war-like feate For as the clustring bees in swarmes doe clinge So flockt the Chaldeis round about their kinge Then Salem saw a sad heart-breaking sight Resolved foes entrench'd about her walles In glittring armou● many a warlike wight Most fully bent what ever hap befalles By dint of sword to winne eternall fame Or pawne their liues in purchase of the same But most of all this griefe the conscience gaules And ever mates their mindes so overtaken By deepe despaire to thinke amidst these brawles That God for sin their citie had forsaken A matchlesse woe if God the cause withstand A fearefull conscience makes a seeble hand Adde more to this the seige so long doth lie That famine in the citie is so soare The people pine consume doe droope and die While horses in the field haue forrage store Death in the house destruction in the streete Sword in the ●ield distresse and daunger meete Amidst these woes the rumbling Ecchoes sound How dreadfull drums strike vp the fierce allarme And ratling trumpe with bloudy noates rebound The valiant heartes to fell assault doth charme When herauld first had summond them to yeeld Or to expect a mercy-wanting field Then for supplie of thundring cannon shot Go●am and engine to the walles a pace The Pioner he bestirres him in his plot To make huge towers to giue the souldier place On either part their powers they fully bend To giue assault and from the walles defend Ensignes advaunce and glory scales the fort The ladders then are hoysed to the walles And honors hope th'assaylantes doth exhort To climb from whence an other headlong falles While Archers shoote from tough wel-timbred bow Their thirled singing shaftes as thicke as snow When once the eager souldier hath made way Within the walles and might commaund the towne Then as a hungry Lyon for his pray He rangeth rageth killeth knocketh downe Then might be seene like streames to make a flood The streetes and channels flow with crimson blood The bedlem handes do deale foorth murthring blowes The victor rageth restlesse Lyon-like While mercie craving vanquish'd pleades his woes To him that hath no eares but handes to strike The maid the wife is subiect to this rage The suckling babe and