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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
justice_n	blood_n	turn_v	write_a	24	3	16.3554	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00970	Christes bloodie sweat, or the Sonne of God in his agonie. By I.F.	Fletcher, Joseph, 1577?-1637, attributed name.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 11076; ESTC S117622	33,882	70

in sorrow weepe A man that liues in pleasures as his dayes Increase the dayes past ouer seeme a dreame Stil newer ioy more hope of ioy bewrayes And as he liues he liues still in extreame He wakes to sleepe and sleeps in hope to wake So here is all the pleasure he can take Is this a life O what a life is this To couet age which being come is hated Whose end is death which death the vtmost is Of eu'ry lease that in the graue is dated They that enioy what their owne hearts can craue Craue onely time which brings them to the graue And here they die and dying once die all Die al as they vnworthily haue liu'd No part of them suruiues but feeles the thral Of life in death and death of life depriu'd Thus then the promise of al the worlds desire Beares life to die then dies in life to tire Weary vnrest and restlesse wearie woe That leads to pleasures in their birth abortiue How much more better were it to forgoe A life so grieuous and a death so sportiue And rest the griefes so numberlesse and great In the sweet slumber of his bloody sweat When Pharaohs heart was hardned and deny'd Freedome to Israel the Lord to scourge Pharaohs ambition and detested pride Which mercy could not win nor mildnesse vrge Commanded Aaron when he toucht the flood Th' Aegyptian waters all were turnd to blood Water was turnd to blood but in this sweat Here blood is turnd to water as the first Betoken'd plagues for sins the last doth treat Redemption from those sins who were accurs● The first his wrath the lass doth shew his loue His iustice this did that his mercy proue By blood offences in the written law Vnto the law of grace were reconciled By blood offences must redemption draw From blood which blood the Gospel now is stiled The law the blood of Goats and buls desired The Gospel hath the blood of Christ required A surety for his friend that is arrested Kept close in prison bound in yron chaines Is hungry cold and weary sicke and wrested To change of inward griefes and outward paines Deserues from him for whom he asseast If not a full reward yet thanks at least So he who in the absence of his friend Whom malice hath vpbraided with abuse Doth vndertake his quarrell to defend Clearing the imputation with excuse Fights and is wounded being wounded dyes May iustly claime the tribute of his eyes Iesus the sonne of God was at our su●e A rested and imprison'd in the frame Of flesh was fetter'd and of no repute Tyr'd with his griefes the by-word of defame All this he was and did yet to relieue him Wee scarce can in our hearts finde thankes to giue him Hee vndertooke our quarrell with the Deuill When we were all vnable to resist And in that quarrell to discharge our euill Was wounded to the death yet wee persist Too obstinate in malice and forbeare Vpon his bleeding wounds to shed one teare Wee see vpon his furrow-drowned face The print of sorrowes stampe yet not regard him Wee see his honour leuel'd with disgrace Yet with our only thankes will not ●eward him 'T is bad to sin sin 't is to be vngratefull Sin is abhorr'd vnthankfulnesse is hatefull Goe then Remembrance tell that Queene of Reason Fayre bride to Christ the Sou●e her louer comes Deckt in his wedding robes and courts the season With choyce of pleasures and with many sinnes Of sure deserts inuites this wandring Queene To be as true as he to her hath beene Ladie quoth hee thy fortunes haue not won My heart to loue thy beauty cannot force mee To wanton dotage what my care hath done No time shall alter no repo●ts diuorce mee For to my chaster flames thy zeale gaue fuell And I will guard thee if thou be not cruell No dower from thy treasuries I craue No wanton dil●●ance in a bed of lust Thy purenesse is the portion I would haue Artlesse simpliciue and steedy trust And if thou proue but constant to implore Vertue with goodnesse I will aske no more Heer● vowes the soule virgini●v and sweares Shee will bee only his and meanes to doe it Vntill distracted in her fleshly feares She shrinkes from her first troth when she comes to it And like a strumpet false she heere ●●●swore That plighted promise she had made before Simplicitie was woo'd by youthfull Iust And would not yeeld young Iust did fee old sinne Old sin assaults simplicitie whose trust Thus to make lesse she trimly doth beginne Faire daughter ●●●●en time will come when thou Shalt change thy hue and be as I am now Vnhealthie old forsaken and despis'd I lead a life who was adored then Beautie amidst the ●roppe is only priz'd Faire soules in youth are chie●ly lik'd of men But when my time did court me I for-went it And lost my daies and now I doe repent it Daughter wilt thou alone liue vnpossest Of youths best ornaments and natures ioyes Wilt thou deny to be a mother blest In pretty daughters and more pretty boyes O no had not our mothers tooke their lot Wee had bene yet vnborne and vnbegot Heauen hath o● dained thee to be sweet on earth Both loue and youth do-homage to thine eyes And wilt thou curbe thy selfe of pleasures mirth By vainely striuing how to be precise She that hath fairenesse were as good haue none If foolishly she keepe it all for one Yet you forsooth young mistresse in the folly Of standing on some pleasure threatning text Dreame of some great renowne in being holly Reade this and that and that and what is next I know not what and euer vainly plod In hope to marry with the Sonne of God No doubt come yet I le tell a safer way If you will needs to that ambition clime Do it at last bu●spend thy youth in play Reuell enioy the freedome of the time And when y' are old vnfit for sport bereauen Of youth and ioyes then you may think on heauen Tush daughter God respects thee in thine age As well as in thy prime and he will beare With flesh and blood then seeke not to ingage Best of delight before delights do weare And thou to God maist be my words are truth As welcome in thine age as in thy youth Wonne is the soule with this or rather lost Sins sweet temptation hath vndon the zone Of Maiden chastitye the feeld is lost Lust hath preuailde and Christ is left a lone For now the soule resolues that sports vnfold Law to the young repentance fits the old Yet thus that kinde good God will not giue ouer But once againe by parley doth attempt To court this per●u●'d dame and like a louer Scorn'd of his Lady from all hope exempt Pittyes the shipwracke of her taiuted name And yet by Manage would recure her fame I know quoth Christ I louethee els I would not Haue●●●●nd vnto thee in a Sea

one accord They boast the glorie of their owne desert Damning the s●mpe and the poore in minde As serues their lusts Blinde guides to lead the blinde All those the Lord foresaw and gron'd in Spirit Sweated in blood was heauie to the death That so his precious passion blamelesse merit Should be abus'd that he had giu'n his breath His life his ghost his soule yet could not win Such wretched creatures from inchanting sin Inchanting sinne that with it's cunning charmes Luls men in death-full sleepes and slily makes Impostum'd vlcers of vnsenced harmes Rockes them in Lethargies and neuer wakes Reason to feele the bane-impotion'd wrath Which by such dead securitie it hath This was the cause that from our Sauiour drew A bloodie sweat so grieuous to be borne As did the eyes of cruell men but view How with this bloodie tempest he was worne Humane compassion could not choose but melt To thinke vpon the sorrowes which he felt No measure did his payned soule acquaint With case or respite no Arithmeticke Cast vp the summe of his vnheard complaint No heart conceiue the dolours that did pricke With fiery stings his manhood and appall His face with streames which burst in twain his gall For as a Riuer running in a round Hauing no vent or sluce to slide away Will make by force eruptions in the ground Drowne all the neighbour-land and neuer stay Till with a violent course and headlong rage It slacke his strength and of it selfe asswage Euen so the tide of many griefes abounding Sweld in the bosome of the Sonne of God Still growing to a head and still confounding His fraile mortalitie deepe horrors rod Till bursting foorth with might and furie great It drown'd his bodie in a bloodie sweat Who euer saw as often hath beene seene A shoure of blood but thought it did portend Some doome of Iudgement or some angry teene Of heauens-incensed King So heere the end Of this strange bloodie raine doth shew in briefe How shortly Christ was to be wrapt in griefe The pangs of death th'ntollerable paines Which wofull creatures were to vndergoe The man Christ Iesus in this sweat sustaines Consuming wrath and soule-deuouring woe He felt that he vs men might timely free From Gods vnchanging and diuine Decree Not that his death could abrogate the will Of his great Father for he aym'd not to it But that in death he wholly might fulfill The eternall Iustice as hee came to doe it Who as hee death from men for sin required Had in his Sons death more than death desired Yet neither did the Death or Bloodie sweat Of Christ extend to soules ordain'd to Hell But to the chosen and elect beget A double life although the Scriptures tell How this meeke Lambe of God did chiefly come To call the lost sheepe and the strayers home Looke how the blessed doe pertake the good Sweete pledge of bountie precious Seale of Ioyes Which issues from his Water and his Blood So both alike the Reprobate destroyes Gods mercies to the Righteous to his foes Are Iustice to augment their enlesse woes When Isack's seede fled from th' Egyptian force And through the Red Sea tooke the readie way The waters stood on heapes and slaid their course Both waues and windes the passage did obey And in those waters safely paston ground In which whiles Pharaoh follow'd he was drown'd Whereby as water sau'd the Lords Elect And led them through the terrors of the deepe So water to them of a deulish sect Prou'd sod ine death and neuer-waking sleepe Christs bloo●ie sweat is that Red Sea whose power Secures the good and doth the bad deuoure The Cloude and fierie ●ille● that gaue light● Vnto the children in the desert plaines● The one by day the other shin'd by night Guiding their iourneis comforting their paines Were to the Hoast of Egypt mistes obscure To blind their eyes and certaine death procure Which burning Pillar and which shining Cloud Is Christ vnto whose blood such are baptiz'd As by the Holy Spirit are allow'd When otherwise all such as are despis'd Are darkned in the comforts of their sight And loose the glorie of this holy light A greater ligh more holy and Diuine Surp●ssing all the splendour of the Sun Could neuer to the eyes of mortals shine Then this most sacred Blood which hath vndon And laid to publick view the Mount of Euill Which both was fram'd and colourd by the Deuill In after-times when in the winters cold Folkes vse to warme them by their nightly fires Such Parents as the time of life termes old Wasting the season as the night requires In stead of tales may to their children tell What to the Lord of glorie once befell Once may they say my childe a time there was When men were beasts so cruelly they liu'd As they did nights and dayes in pleasure passe Like some of Reason and of Sence depriu'd Not fearing God or louing man giu'n ore To Lust and Will as beasts could doe no more The naughtie Deuill slylie did intice By sensuall sports and pittilesse deceits Our weake fore-fathers to insnaring vice Masking his tyrannie with wanton baites And wee in them did euery thing he wil'd vs Till the foule feind my childe had almost kild vs. But straight when our good God almightie saw How neere vnto the Pit-hole wee were brought For being not obedient to his Law He forthwith of a remedie bethought And hee to saue vs from this wicked Feind His onely Sonne into the world did send A louely Sonne my childe a daintie boy Who had a cheeke as red as any cherie Sweete babie was his mothers only ioy And made her ●eauie heart full often merie Who though he were Gods Son yet like a stranger Hee in a Stable borne was in a Manger And poore God knowes he was my childe not fine Or like a gentleman in gay attyre But simple clothes hee had which was a signe How little to be proud hee did desire Yet if hee would haue sought for worldly grace Hee might haue gone in silke and golden lace When he was twelue yeeres old marke this my child Hee was a perfect Scholer and did pose Great learned clarkes and Doctors but so milde As hee would neuer chide but rather chose To teach then anger and one might perswade him To doe whats'uer any bodie bad him Thirtie good yeeres and odde this blessed man Liu'd on the earth in all which time he seem'd So comfortlesse with lookes so pale and wan As if he had not bin by men esteem'd Full many an hungry meale he made and lay Bare leg'd and bare-foote many a day Hee neuer laugh'd but he did euermore Weepe weepe continually and O my child Hee neuer did none harme he holpt the poore Cur'd tht diseas'd and such as were beguild With witches and with wicked things God blesse vs He droue them from vs when they would oppres vs. And hee made much of