Selected quad for the lemma: heaven_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
heaven_n	earth_n	good_a	lord_n	9,702	5	3.6330	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16773	Pasquils passe, and passeth not Set downe in three pees. His passe, precession, and prognostication.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3679; ESTC S104765	12,701	48

Lest whatsoeuer mony in he carry Ere he beware he loose it with a trice And all too late repentance learne the price To know how he that passeth in purse-full And goes out empty passeth for a Gull He that desires to passe vnto the seas Let him take heede his ship be good and tight Let him prouide for all things for his ease And to withstand both wind and weathers spight And by his Compas keepe his course aright Be wary of the shelfes the rockes and sands And fall not rashly into pyrats hands But if he passe within a leaking ship Ill victualld and worse furnisht for defence And thinke a thousand leagues is but a skip And by the want of wits experience Prouide for nothing that may shunne offence Such one may happen well to passe from shore But once at sea may passe to land no more But he that seekes to passe by sea or land To Court or Country for his best auaile Let him thus much for certaine vnderstand That if his purse the better not preuaile His fortune will in many courses faile For a good purse will make a man to passe To many places where he neuer was But if alas he he passe purse pennilesse In this vile world he shall haue little grace But with a heauy heart all comfortlesse Among the Beggars take a sory place Oh this same Gold hath such a glorious face That in false Angells he that heedes not well Will headlong passe his wicked soule to hell But he that faine would passe to Paradise Must learne to passe from all these worldly pleasures For vnto heau'n what heart can passe his eies That is intangled in this worlds treasure No where the World hath on the Soule made seisure As hardly it can passe to heau'n on hie As can a Camell through a Needles eie Then do not passe the boundes of honestie Of wit of reason nor of amitie Of law of iustice nor of equitie Nor the true grounds of Trueths diuinitie But in the worship of the Trinitie Humble thy soule vnto the Deitie And passe vnto the heau'ns felicitie PASQVILS Precession A Loggerheaded asse that hath no wit A rascall knaue that hath no honesty A foule il fauour'd filthie baggage Tit A wicked Iudge that hath no equity And a rich man that hath no charity A faithlesse friend and from a fruitlesse tree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A gracelesse child and an vnquiet wife An idle seruant and a priuy theefe A long delay and an vngodly life A helplesse care and a consuming griefe And from despaire that neuer finds reliefe And from the drone that robbes the hony be The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A prowd companion and a prating iacke A cogging marchant and a carelesse debter A queasie stomacke and a broken sacke A filthy hand and an ill-fauourd letter And an ill mind that meanes to be no better And from a bribe insteede of a due fee The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A blind phisition and a sluttish cooke Vnholsome porridge and vnsauory bread A babish story and a foolish booke A baggige humor and a beetle head A smoaky chamber and a lowsie bed And from such neighbours as cannot agree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A Tyrant prince and a rebellious subiect A bloudy soldiour and a coward leader An Owles eie-sight and an vgly obiect An obscure line and an vnlearned Reader A sergeant iailour hangman and beheader And from the fruit of the three cornerd tree Good Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A resty hackney and a durtie way A stormy tempest and a leaking ship An idle quarrell and a drunken f●ay A dogged queane that euer hangs the lip A iade that will not stirre without a whip A blinded eie that can nor will not see From these the Lord of heau●n deliuer me A lazie huswife and a hatkney Gill A crooked finger and a cramped foote A hasty wit and an vnbrideled will A broken shooe and an ill fauourd boote A poisning weede and an vnwholesome roote And from the buzzing of the humble Bees The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A mouth that slauers and a stinking breath A craftie cripple and a sullen queane A stinking puddle and a moorish heath A dogge that is too fatte a horse too leane A maide that will not keepe her dairie cleane A blow vpon the elbow and the knee From each of these the Lord deliuer me A fleering laughter and a faithlesse heart A creeping curtsie and a cankred mind An idle study and a needlesse art A Northerne tempest and an Easterne wind And from a Curte that bites a man behind And from a Glasse of an il-fauour'd blee The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me To keepe too long among vngodly people To fit mine humor vnto euery fashion To seeke to build a house vpon Paules Steeple To dwell too long vpon a peeuish fashion To follow ill and hate a reformation To learne the rules where such ill lessons be From all such trifles the Lord deliuer me To make an idoll of a painted face And to attend vpon a golden asse To seeke to do the honest mind disgrace And bring a kind of wicked world to passe Or seeke to braue it with a face of brasse To leape the Tems or clime a rotten tree From all such trifles the Lord deliuer me From standing too much in mine owne conceit And giuing credite vnto euery tale From being caught with euery foolish baite From setting of my credite all to sale From leauing of a nut to take a shale From the poore line of the fooles petegree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me From fury franzie and imprisonment From fine Maid Marian and her Morris dance From the deseruing of due punishment From bond from statute and recognisance From trusting too much vnto fickle chance From vnkind brothers that cannot agree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me From taking pleasure in a villanie From carelesse hearing of a sound aduise From sorting with the wicked companie From setting vertue at too low a price From loosing too much coine at cardes and dice From being bound till folly make me free The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me From laying plottes for to abuse a friend From being by a cunning knaue beguild From working humors to a wicked end From getting of a filthy whore with child From dwelling in a house that is vntilde From surfeting within a cherrie tree From all such toies good Lord deliuer me From a conspiracie of wicked knaues A flight of buzzards and a denne of theeues A knot of villaines and a crue of slaues And from the patches on the beggars sleeues And from the spoile that gratious spirits greeues And from the foole can neither thriue nor thee The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From the illusions of the filthy diuell From too much hunting after worldly pleasure And from delighting in an

inward euill And too much louing of this wordly treasure And from taking leuell by vnlawfull measure And from the babies foolish A B C The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To thinke to wash an Ethiopan white To loue too long and not be loued againe To do him wrong that alwaies doth me right To play the knaue with him that meaneth plaine And to continue in so v●le a vaine From all such notes where such instructions be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me An old blind cat that cannot catch a mouse A flinging curtoll and a kicking mare A wife that neuer loues to keepe her house A lazy hound that will not hunt a hare The shame that falles out with the begars share And from the foole that will good fortune flee The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From all infections both of soule and body And from the curelesse crosses of the mind From being too much inward with a noddy Or to a brother or a friend vnkind Or changing humors hourely with the wind From an ill fruit of an accursed tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From making bargaines till I liue by losse And hoording come to eate into my heart To walke the Woodcocke to the Beggars crosse Or to be scholler at the diuells art To hurt my soule with an infernall smart From all such humors where such errors be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From beating of my braines about a bable From thinking of no end ere I beginne From giuing eare vnto an idle fable And poasting iournies for a puddings skinne And loosing all while other men do winne From eating apples vpon A dams tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me A rainy euening and a foggy morne A barren ground and an vnkindly yeere A nittie haire a garment ouer worne A market towne where all things are too deere A churles bare table without bread or beere The wofull issue of a Iudas fee The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From restie bacon and ill salted beefe From raw sodde cunger and ill rosted eeles From a quicke witte that hath his tongue too briefe And from the blaines and kibes vpon my heeles And from a madding wit that runnes on wheeles From all such rules as out of order be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From a delight in hunting after newes Or louing idle tales of Robin Hood And from too much frequenting of the stewes Or ventring farre but for a little good And take a puddle for a princely flood From such blind iests as best with fooles agree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To slander Honor Vertue to disgrace Offend Discretion Learning to abuse Good labours enuy and their worth deface To follow follie wisedome to refuse To leaue the best and all the worst to chuse To euery Asse to giue the cappe and knee From all such errors Lord deliuer me From writing libells against men of state And medlnig with matters aboue my selfe Where I am lou'd to giue iust cause of hate Or to be busie with a monkie elfe Or carelesse runne my ship vpon a shelfe From such ill courses where no good I see The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From loosing too much time in making loue From trusting to an idle humour'd dreame From spending too much mony how to proue To make a boate to ouergo the streame To kill my selfe to purge a little fleame From such odde vaines where such deuises be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From a prowd woodcocke and a peeuish wife A sleepy maiden and a wanton hagge A poyntlesse needle and a broken knife A house vnfurnisht and an emptie bagge A fidling baggige and a wicked wagge And from the woods where wolues and foxes be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me The French Verola and the English feuer The Irish ague and the Spanish pippe The lungs consumption and the rotten liuer The cursed fall into a fellons trippe And from the ladder by the rope to skippe Where execution makes the fatall tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To diue into a pocket for a purse Or steale a horse out of a pasture field To loue to sweare and lie and ban and curse And stubbornely to no good counsell yeeld But vnder fortune all my forces shield From all such rules where reasons ruines be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From cousoning of my selfe with too much kindnes From slipping fortune when it doth befall me From being led by wilfull reasons blindnes And keeping backe when fortune seemes to call me From all such passions as may so apall me Where blinded eies cannot their blessings see The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To be commanded by a currish minde And to be flattred by a foolish knaue And to be crossed by a wicked winde And to be followed with a filthy slaue And to be harbourd in a hellish caue From such ill courses where such crosses be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From thriftlesse spending and from fruitlesse paines From sencelesse studies and from gracelesse deedes From helplesse torments and from witlesse vaines And from all those follies that such humors feedes And from the sinne that endlesse sorrow breedes And from all spots in my fowle soule to see Oh blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me A moath that eates into the finest cloth A wicked worme that hath a deadly sting A poysned potion with a sugred froth A wicked charme within a Diuels Ring And from the Syrenes when they fall to sing From such ill creatures as so cursed be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me A mowse within a daintie peece of cheese A nest of rattes within a linnen chest A snake within a hiue of hony Bees A woolfe that eates into a wounded breast And from his curse that neuer can be blest From all such ill wherein no good can be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From an olde kow that kicketh downe her milke And a yong colt that will his rider cast From a thiefes halter though it be of silke And from a diall that doth goe too fast And from a pardon when the paine is past And from confession vnder Tiborne tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From too long hoping after dead mens shooes And from betraying of an honest trust From lacke of care either to gaine or loose And from a conscience that may proue vniust And from a wicked and vnlawfull lust From all such courses where no comforts be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From a stale peece of flesh that is twice sodden And from a bloud raw rosted peece of beefe And from a crauen henne that is crow trodden And from a bawd a whore a rogue a thiefe And from home-taking an hearts inward griefe And from the ill wherein no good can be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From blindnes lamenesse deafnes cramps and stitches And from the gowt the