Selected quad for the lemma: king_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
king_n	edward_n	henry_n	queen_n	21,575	5	7.0639	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02062	An answere to maister Smyth seruaunt to the kynges most royall maiestye, and clerke of the Quenes graces councell though most unworthy / [by me a poore man ... W.G.]	Gray, William.	1540 (1540)	STC 12206A.3; ESTC S2985	2,223	2

An answere to maister Smyth seruaunt to the kynges most royall maiestye And clerke of the Quenes graces counsell though most vnworthy ¶ Whether ye trolle in or els trolle out ye trolle vntruly loke better about WHere as of late two thinges ye parused Concerning the treason of Thomas Crumwell Vndoutedly both your wyt and your syght were confused Lackyng a medecyne blyndnesse to expell Put on your spectacles and marke it well Than shall you se and say maugre your hart That trolle in hath played a true subiectes part ❧ For where as trolle a way as ye say tolde trouth Declaring the offences wherin Crumwell offended It was not the thyng wherwith troll in was wroth For in that poynt Troll in Troll away commended But this was the mater wherfore they contended Trolle away vnder pretence of trollyng against treason Practised proude popery as appereth by reason ☞ And ye supporting the same your pen runneth at large Boldly as blynde bayerd ye write in his defence And in your myscheuous maner ye lay falsly to my charge Sayeng who that craftely coloureth any others offence Of lykelyhode in his owne hert hath the same pretence But here ye speke of lykelyhode and so blyndly go by gesse your fondnesse is the folyssher and my faute is the lesse ¶ An horse beyng nothing galled of force ye may make to kycke With spurryng and with prickinge more than reason wolde requyre But if the horse were lustye coragious and also quycke ye might be the fyrst perchaunce that might lye in the myre As wyse as ye haue ben drowned in their owne desyre Many a man anothers mischefe of malyce wyll prepare And yet him selfe the fyrst that is caught in the snare ¶ Bycause of making stryfe ye say ye wyll take neither parte But here ye breke promyse for agaynst all reason and right Speking with your mouth that you thinke not with your harte Agaynst trolle in ye take trolle awayes parte with all your myght Thus all thinges lyghtly that ye make amonge them selues do fyght Wherfore whatsoeuer ye write or saye gretly it shall not skyll For if ye speke any thing wysely I thinke it be agaynst your wyll ¶ But blyndly haue ye sclaundred me good maister Thomas Smyth Scraping togither scriptures your madnesse to mayntayne Truly your rude rowsty reason being so farre from the pyth Had nede of suche a cloke to kepe it from the rayne For all the worlde may perceyue how falsly ye forge and fayne Yet styll you affyrme your falshed as though ye knew thinges presysely Christes blessyng on your hert forsoth ye haue done full wysely ¶ Ye rumble amonge the scryptures as one that were halfe mad Wrestyng and writhyng them accordyng to your owne purpose Facyonyng and framyng them to your sayenges good and bad Lyke as the holy Papystes were wont to paynt their popysshe glose Do ye take the holy scripture to be lyke a shypmans hose Nay nay although a shypmans hose wyll serue all sortes of legges yet Christes holy scrypture wyll serue no rotten dregges ☞ Counsell with some tayler whan that ye wryte nexte Take measure of diuinyte before ye cut the facyon So shall ye square your scryptures and the better trym your texte And than shall men of lernyng commende your operacyon But howe shulde he be connyng that knoweth not his occupacyon Howe shuld a cobler cut a core or a smyth tast good wyne Or how shulde you scarsely a clerke be nowe a good deuyne ❧ What lyuyng man excepte it were you beynge in his right wyttes Wolde write as ye haue written and all not worth a myte I thinke it be some peuysshe pange that cometh ouer your hert by fyttes Vnder the coloure of charyte to worke your cruell spyte If men wolde marke your madnesse and beholde your deuelyssh delyte Shuld se how ye wrest y e scriptures to your sayēg not worth .ii. chippes And ioyne them all togither as iust as Germans lyppes ¶ Whan ye haue spytte your poyson and sayde euen the worst ye can Than come ye in with charite wyllyng all stryfe to cease But surely good maister Smyth ye speke lyke a mery man Moche lyke a comen pyke quarell that stryfe wolde encrease Continually cryeng in frayes holde kepe the kynges pease But those be prety peace makers in dede for euery daye That styll bestowe mo strokes than they that began the fraye ☞ What wyse man wolde not laugh for to here you bragge and boste Of your name your seruyce of your offyce and all this gere As though ye were prymrose perelesse and a ruler of the roste By the declaryng wherof ye thinke to put pore men in fere But your braggyng and your bostyng shall neyther be here nor there As longe as I may indifferently be suffred to vse my pen ye shall neuer be able to face me out with a carde of ten ❧ A wyse man wolde haue praysed god and than prayed for the kyng The which of their gret goodnesse to your offyce dyd you call And not to haue bragged therof and than put it out in printyng For ye stande not yet so sure but it is possyble ye may fall And though your offyce be great I trust your power be but small Or els parchaūce ye wold quickly thurst a poore man amōg the thornes But god almyghty prouydeth well to sende a shrewde cow short hornes ¶ Christ preserue the kynges most noble grace sende him longe lyfe Euen Henry the eight next vnder god of this church the hed supreme Christ preserue kepe quene Katheryn his most lawfull wyfe Christ preserue Prince Edwarde the very right heyre of this realme Christ styll ensence their noble counsell with the influence of heauen Christ for his tendre mercy amende all thing that is a mys Christ sende maister Smyth more charite whan his good pleasure is ¶ Amen W.G. ☞ By me a poore man whose herte if ye knewe Wolde be the kynges seruaunt as fayne as you ¶ Imprinted at London by me Rychard Bankes Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum And be to be solde in Pater noster rowe by John̄ Turke at the sygne of the Rose Ve illi per qem scandalū uenit Luce xvij Qui se laudat stercore coronabit