Selected quad for the lemma: blood_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
blood_n	bread_n	eat_v	sacrament_n	7,417	5	7.5036	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68850	A mothers teares ouer hir seduced sonne: or A dissuasiue from idolatry penned in way of a dialogue, by occasion of a late letter from the sonne now at Doway, to his mother: which is also printed vvith the letter, and is fully set downe in the sonnes part, for the substance, though with some addition in forme.; Answere of a mother unto hir seduced sonnes letter.		1627 (1627)	STC 24903.5; ESTC S114250	89,317	193

cruelty I think The Children of the Church have answered this Argument with teares prayers martyrdome there is patience I thinke I have two paths to track they lie neare together the one i● dyed with blood the other be dewed with teares both lead us through the streets before Israell and before the Sunne and meet at the stake there is cruelty there is patience We track the holy Mother first we can not misse her which way soever shee goes hir footstepps drop blood Looke upon that little booke of Martyr● Heb. 11. What bloody footsteps are there But that you will say was shed by Ethnick Rome It s true But Christian Rome hath justified hir sister For aske the later times they shall teach thee that Christian Rome hath risen up a cruell generation in hir sisters stead so filling up that measure of blood which must be visited upon hir Aske I say and they will tell thee not only what Christian Rome hath done in the Citty of Orange or of that in Roane or that in Deipe but they will tell thee of that horrible massacre in Paris where this mothers instruments went forth like a destroying Angell and within the space of three dayes or little more cruelly murthered above ten thousand and all this after a marriage feast Act. et Mon. 1948. Could here be truth could this be a true Mother A Divell she was for like a beare robbed of hir whelpes she went about seeking whom she might destroy I assure thee she hath killed the Mother upon the Child witne● that lamentable Tragedy acted in Garnsey where the infant bursting from the Mothers wombe in the midst of the flame and taken from hir was by instruments sacrificed againe to the flame there to receive its baptisme Acts. Mon. 1764. Cursed be their wrath for it was fierce and their rage for it was cruell into their secret let not my Sonnes soule come nor let thy glory be ioyned with their assemblies for in their wrath they have slaine millions and the instruments of death were in their habitations Wilt thou looke nearer into thine owne Country then see our Marian dayes I know my Childs eyes will stand with teares what prisons empty what racking what tearing what whipping what scourging what burning whar bone fires were made of the bones of the Saints Was this a Mother Certainly that very sword which did not divide the Mother from the Child was a sure meanes to divide the Mother from the Harlot You have heard them pleading in that text let us heare them pleading againe Nor will we put downe the●● names their words shall difference them to the meanest capacity for this name Mother is the sweetest name under the Sunne and as she is such are hir words Oh let the Child live he is stubborne he vvill not worship that which Longs wife hath made and the holy Priest hath consecrated he calls it Bread because it appeares so to the eye not considering how miraculously God can worke nor will hee bend unto that the workman hath made as a devout representation he calls that no better then a block but he shall to the block forit I will bow him or breake him A hard Argument yet let the Child live For he can take God to record upon his soule that he doth not this in a stubbornesse but for pure conscience sake he doth acknowledge an unlimited power in God and it is his crutch his pillar to hold him up when the nations take counsell against the Lord and his annointed ones he knowes God can turne bread into flesh he doth it daily and the commonnesse abates the sense of that power But now in that his eye and tast tells him the Accidents remaine he eates it as true bread with the teeth of his body and yet cheweth the living Bread Christ and his benefitts with the faith of his heart and so doth truly eat the flesh drinke the blood of the sonne of man and yet as benefitts a sacrament spiritually my words saith Christ are spirit and trath Hee doth in that ordinance truly enjoy his welbeloved his welbeloved looking upon him and he upon his welbeloved and yet as through a Lattice And for that representation he knows it is inferiour to the workman he must worship the Lord his God and him only He is a stubborne Child It is not proved but grant he be If that be all yet doe not blow his body up into the ayre he cannot mend in the passage Doe not turne his body into a coal he cannot mend then When once the breath is out all passages are stopt there is no comming in there is no going forth Now speak unto him he can heare you now give him his booke he can read it evidence his stubbornesse to him from a true and infallible testimony which cannot erre Looke to your witnesses when they passe upon life and death for when you haue kindled the flame about his eares you haue defaced that sacred Image stampt upon him which made him little inferiour to the Angels Consider of it a heathen could say demorte hominis nulla est cunctatio longa ye cannot consider too much nor can ye consult too long when in giving up your sentence ye giue away a mans life too You haue heard the pleading and for ought was proved against the child he might have lived to this day but there was an Argument produced from the Stake which he could not answer but by suffering So blood was spilt by whose Law for they said we haue a Law the holy mothers A holy Harlot curssed be her rage for it was feirce like the rage of him who cast the man into the fire into the water we know who it was or like that possessed man who was so feirce that none might passe that way Come a little nearer child yet perhaps thou thou maist discerne thy owne preservation though then in thy cradle hast thou not heard of our fift of November I know thou hast I must now take a little leaue I assure thee I thought that after that very day the name of a Papist would presently haue rotted and that the stinke and stentch of it would have gone over all the earth and surely it did and doth so and it is unsavory in the nostrils of the very heathen and would be so unto all but that these Iaels Tents afford so much sweet milke where with to bring the heart a sleepe in securitie But my child thou doest remember this day doest thou not thou doest why then thou standest amazed at the beastly crueltie of the mother and of her children and at the exceeding loue and super-aboundant mercy words are too scantie at the admirable kindnes of our God Tell me for thou shalt be iudge was not our Land at that time compacted as into a compendious body which was to sit in Parliament as the representation of the whole Land and now had it but one neck had not the whore