Selected quad for the lemma: father_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
father_n	holy_a	lord_n	son_n	40,281	5	5.6012	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12282	Here after foloweth certayne bokes, co[m]pyled by mayster Skelton, Poet Laureat whose names here after shall appere. Speke parrot The deth of the noble prince Kyng Edwarde the fourth. A treatyse of the Scottes. Ware the hawke The tunnyng of Elynour Rummynge.; Selections	Skelton, John, 1460?-1529.	1545 (1545)	STC 22598; ESTC S110976	19,532	66

men of this take hede And beleue it as your Crede Then without Collusyon Marke well this conclusyon Thorow such Abusyon And by such Illusyon Unto great Confucyon A nobyll man may fall And his honour appall That yf ye thynke this shall Not rub you on the gall Then the deuyll take all All nobyll men of this take hede c. Quod Skelton Laureate ¶ ye may here now in this ryme How euery thynge must haue a tyme TIme is a thyng that no man may resyst Tyme is trancytory and Irreuocable who saith the cōtrary tyme passith as him lyst Tyme must be takyn in season couenable Take tyme when tyme is for tyme is ay mutable All thynge hath tyme who can for it prouyde Byde for tyme who will for tyme will no man byde ¶ Tyme to be sad and tyme to play and sporte Tyme to take rest by way of recreacyon Tyme to study and tyme to vse comfort Tyme of pleasure and tyme of consolacyon Thus tyme hath his tyme of dyuers maner facyō Tyme for to eate and drynke for thy repast Tyme to be lyberall and tyme to make no wast ¶ Tyme to trauell and tyme for to rest Tyme for to speke and tyme to holde thy pease Tyme wolde be vsyd when tyme is best Tyme to begyn and tyme for to cease And when tyme is put thy selfe in prease And when tyme is to holde thy selfe a backe For tyme well spent can neuer haue lacke ¶ The totys take theyr sap in tyme of vere In tyme of somer flowres fresh and grene In tyme of haruest men theyr corne ●here In tyme of wynter the north wynde waxeth kene So bytterly bythnge the flowres be not sene The kalendys of Ianus with his frostes hore That tyme is when people must lyue vpon the store ¶ Quod Skelton Laureate ¶ Prayer to the father of heuyn O Radyant lumynary of lyght Intermynable Celestyall father potencyall god of myght Of heuyn erth O lorde Incomperable Of all perfectyōs the essēcyal must perfyght O maker of mankynde that formyd day and nyght whose power Imperyall cōprehendyth euery place Myne hert my mīde my thought my hole delyght Is after this lyfe to see thy gloryous face ¶ Whose magnyfycence is Incomprehensybyll All argumentys of reason which far doth e●cede Whose deite dowtles is Indyuy●ydyll From whom all goodnes and uerru doth procede Of thy support all creatures haue nede Assyst me good lorde and graunte m● of thy grace To lyue to thy pleasure In worde thought dede And after this lyfe to see thy gloryous face To the seconde parson OB●nygne Iesu my souerayne lorde kynge The only sonne of god by filiacyon The second parson withouten begynnynge Both god man our fayth makyth playne relacyō Mary thy mother by way of Incarnacyon Whose gloryous passyon our soulys doth reuyue A gayne all bodely and goostely trybulacyon Defende me with thy pyteous woundys fyue ¶ O pereles prynce payned to the deth Rufully rent thy body wan and blo For my redempcyon gaue vp thy by fall breth Was neuer sorow lyke to thy dedly wo Graunt me out of this worlde when I shall go Thyne Endles mercy for my preseruatyue A gaynst the worlde the flesh the deuyll also Defende me with thy pyteous woundys fyue ¶ To the holy gooste O Firy feruence Inflamyd with all grace Enkyndetyng hertes with brādys charytable The endles rewarde of pleasure and solace To the father and the son thou art cōmunycable In vnitate which is Inseperable O warer of lyfe O well of consolacyon A gaynst all suggestyons dedly and dampnable Rescu me good lorde by your preseruacyon ¶ To whome is apropryed the holy ghost by name The thyrde parson one god in Trinite Of perfyt loue thou art the ghostly flame O myrrour of mekenes pease and tranquylyte My conforte my counsell my parfyt charyte O water of lyfe O well of consolacyon Agaynst all stormys of harde aduersyte Rescu me good lorde by thy preseruacyon AMEN Quod Skelton Laureate Here after foloweth the boke called Elynour Rūmynge ¶ The tunnyng of Elynour Rummyng Per Skelton Laureat TEll you I chyll If that ye wyll A whyle be styll Of a comely gyll That dwele on a hyll But she is not gryll For she is somwhat sage And well worne in age For her vysage It woldt a swage A mannes courage ¶ Her lothely lere Is nothynge clere But vgly of chere Droupy and drowsy Scuruy and lowsy Her face all bowsy Comely crynklyd Woundersly wrynklyd Lyke a rost pygges eare Brystled with here ¶ Her lewde lyppes twayne They slauer men sayne Lyke a ropy rayne A gummy glayre She is vgly fayre Her nose somdele hoked And camously croked Neuer stoppynge But euer droppynge Her skynne lose and slacke Greuyned lyke a sacke With a croked backe ¶ Her eyen gowndy Are full vnsowndy For they are blered And she gray hered Iawed lyke a Ietty A man wolde haue pytty To se howe she is gumbed Fyngered and thumbed Gently Ioynted Gresed and anoynted Up to the knockles The bones her huckels Lyke as they were with buckels Togyder made fast Her youth is farre past Fo●ed lyke a plane Legges lyke a crane Aud yet she wyll iet Lyke a Ioyly fet In her furred flocket And graye russet rocket With symper the cocket Her huke of Lyncole grene It had ben hers I wene More then fourty yere And so doth it apere For the grene bare thredes Loke lyke sere wedes Wyddered lyke hay The woll worue away And yet I dare saye She thynketh her selfe gaye Upon the holy daye Whan she doth her aray And gyrdeth in her gytes Stytched pranked with pletes Her kyrtell Brystowe red With clothes vpon her hed That wey a sowe of led Wrythen in wonder wyse After the sarasyns gyse With a whym wham Knyt with a trym tram Upon her brayne pan Lyke an Egypcyan Lapped about Whan she goeth out Her selfe for to shewe She dryueth downe the dewe With a payre of heles As brode as two wheles She hobles as she gose With her blanket hose Ouer the falowe Her shone smered wyth talowe Gresed vpon dyrt That baudeth her skyrt Primus passus ¶ And this comely dame I vnder stande her name Is Ely●our Rummynge A● home in her wonnynge And as men say She dwelt in Sothray In a certayne stede Bysyde Lederhede She is a tonnysh gyb The deuyll and she be syh ¶ But to mke vp my tale She breweth noppy ale And maketh there of port sale To trauellars to tynkers To sweters to swynkers And all good ale drynkers That wyll nothynge spare But drynke tyll they stare And brynge them selfe bare With now away the mare And let vs sley care As wyse as an hare ¶ Come who so wyll To Elynoure on the hyll With fyll the cup fyll And syt there by styll Erly and late Thyther cometh Kate Cysly and Sare With theyr legges bare And also theyr fete Hardely full vnswete with theyr h●les dagged Theyr kyrtelles