Selected quad for the lemma: love_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
love_n	let_v	life_n	live_v	5,514	5	5.4565	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10610	The remors of conscyence here begynneth certayne demonstracyons by our lorde to all synfull persones with the remors of mannes conscyence to the regarde of the bounte of our lorde.	Lichfield, William, d. 1448.	1534 (1534)	STC 20882; ESTC S105052	8,728	26

enemy moost vnhende Syth no man hath more charyte Than deth to suffre for his frende By what skyll sholde thou so slayne be Syth I made me thrall to the fende I trespasser lorde why ne smote thou Now blessyd be thou withouten ende I se well lorde that thou louest vs For our profyte and not for thyne For what were thou the worse Iesus Though all we were in endles pyne Alas why be we so bycyous And so vnkyndly from hym declyne That is our god so gracyous And so lothe man soule to pyne But swete lorde as thou hast begon So let thy mercy forth extende Put thy crosse and thy passyon Bytwene my werkes worthy to be brende And thy dome that I may not shonne That houndes of hell come me not hende Who but the father sholde helpe the sone Mercy Iesu I wyll amende Deus Man yf thou wylte my mercy gete Thrugh my passyon of moost vertue Why ceasest thou not me for to bete Eche daye on the crosse doost me newe With deedly synne on morowe at mete As tourmentours to me vntrue And namely with thy othes grete To swere thou wylte nothynge eschewe No lymme of me nor thou derest Why sayest thou euyll ayenst good By my soule ofte tyme thou swerest By my body and by my blode With thy tongue thou me all to terest Whan thou arte wrothe and almoost wode Man with thyn vnkyndnes thou me derest More than they rente me on the rode Thou hast more pyte of thy too If it be hurte and a lytell blede And all that euer I dyd doo I suffred it for thy mysdede Whan thou arte taught that thou sholde do Of swerynge but whan it were nede Thou scornest them that sayeth so Thou takest to my byddynge no hede Loude lesynges on me thou makest Somtyme to wynne an halfe peny Whan to wytnesse thou me takest And yet thou forswerest the wylfully Byenge and sellynge thou not forsakest But vayne and false to swere me by Whan thou doest thus thy bale thou takest Man make amendes or that thou dye Homo Swete Iesu how sholde I agayne saye But that I am a caytyfe and more curste That dooth on the curse euery daye with great othes and werkes worste And moche more the greueth than thay On caluary that flewe fyrste For had they knowen the for god veray To do the to deth they had not durste But I knewe the after my byleue That thou arte god omnypotent And I seace not the to greue well worthy am I to be shente How mayst thou lorde suffre to meue Of the traytours that the tourment Meruayle it is I do not myscheue Or am not kylled drownet or brent The erthe swalowed quycke Sathan and abyron for theyr synne And as I wene they were neuer so wycke As moost certyfefull mankynne In deedly synne men dye now thycke Dysease full grete now dooth begynne yet in my synne I stande and stycke Euyll custome is full harde to blynne I wolde be wanton and do euyll But I wolde none me reprehende But let me lyue after my wyll This was lefull somtyme I wende But now I se that it is skyll Suche lyght lorde thou haste me sende But I leue synne it wyll me spyll Mercy lorde I wyll amende Deus Man of thy selfe it shall be longe If so be that thy soule be spylte Forgyue them that done the wronge And I shall forgyue the thy gylte And yf thou be of herte so stronge That in nowyse forgyue thou wylte But venge thy selfe with herte and tonge As a traytour thou shalte be spylte Thou getest no man the to saue That no mercy on other hace How maye thou of mercy craue And thou wylte graunte no man thy grace Mercyfull man shall mercy haue Fell folke I slee fro my face What example that I the gaue Whan deth I suffred no tent I race I prayed for them that me dyseased Though I myght a dampned them for aye And yf thou be a lytell dyspleased Thou cursed varyest bothe nyght daye For no techynge wylte thou be pleased To venge the is thy wyll alwaye Full foule sholde thou foos be fayled If thou myghtest as I on the maye Without cause ofte thou arte wrothe Vnto thy frendes vnkyndfully Whan they theteche and counseyle bothe To leue thy wrathe and thyn enuy With wordes great and spytefull othe Thou defendest thy soule foulye But the to lose I am full lothe Man make amendes or that thou vye Homo Swete Iesu thynke thou made vs all And how kynde and propre it is to the On synfull men that to the call To haue mercy and pyte Thoughe I haue ben bytter as gall For thy great pyte haue mercy on me For thy loue that I neuer fall But kyndly in me charyte For I coude the people ken And speke with aungelles tongues clere And thought I delte amonge poore men My worldly goodes all in fere And though I dyde my body brenne For loue of the that bought me dere yet all this profyteth me not thenne In charyte but yf I were And I wote lorde it is more pleasynge To the Iesu my souerayne dere To loue the lorde ouer all thynge And be in charyte and accorde here With all my neybours by ryghtwyse delynge Than for to faste throughe out the yere And all the masses the preestes synge But yf I loue I am no comforte nere Alas why haue I wrothfull ben That loue of my herte was not hende I hated that neuer dyde me tene I loued not hym that me good lende I caste me no more to be kene To loue myn enemyes I wyll attende Shall I hym neuer curse I wene Mercy Iesu I wyll amende Deus Man yf thou wylte of bates blynne And charyte kepe in euery chaunce My mercy sone thou mayst wynne So that thou do thy true penaunce Loke thyn herte be contryre within And be sory for thy mysgouernaunce What profyteth to shryue the of thy synne But thou in herte haue repentaunce Thou shewest and penaunce doost none For thy synne but thyn herte be sore For worldly losse thou makest mone Thou synnest and sorowest not therfore And yf thou were woo begone What bytter medycyne geuen the wore With Ioye thou woldest take it anone To bodely helth the to restore Thy soule with deedly synne is slayne And without sorowe thy synne thou telles To do suche penaunce thou arte not fayne As thy thryfte father the counselles Ne thou wylte neuer restore agayne Fals goten goodes that thou with melles Man thou must alwaye suffre payne Here for thy synnes or somwhere elles It is impossyble and may not be To passe fro Ioye to Ioye on hye Take the crosse and folowe me If thou wylte to blysse vp stye Sekenesse and all aduersyte what and it come suffre it pacyently Hate alwaye synne and fro it fle And make amendes or thou dye Homo Lorde gyue me grace amendes to make For of myselfe me fayleth powere All deedly synne now I forsake And wolde do dedes that in defull were In this worlde sende me wo and wrake For all my synnes done in fere Who hath no sorowe here may quake Them that thou louest thou chastyse here For my sake .xxx. yere and moo Great trauayle here in erthe thou hadde Thy mother and thy apostles also In great dysease theyr lyfe they ladde In aduersyte and moche woo Euery good man sholde be gladde Syth that derlynge that with the dyde dwell Had suche aduersyte in her lyfe That herte may thynke or tongue can tell The payne the anguysshe and the stryfe That dampned haue in hell Than endlesse woo and sorowe be ryfe I wyll forsake my synnes fell And to a descrete preest the shryue In true penaunce is myne entent From hens forwarde my tyme to spende And kepe well thy commaundement For elles in hell fyre I shall be brende Royall repayre ryche robes and rent What may they helpe me at my ende But I the serue I shall be ●●ent Mercy Iesu I wyll amende Deus Man do penaunce whyle thou maye Leest sodeynly I take vengeaunce Bydde I the not daye by daye For cause I wolde thou dyde penaunce Man I am more redy alwaye To forgyue thy misgouernaunce Whan y u of all thy frendes haste made assaye Thou shalte fynde none lyke to me Thou wylte amende ofte tymes thou sayed Agayne amendes no man may be Do true penaunce and I am payed From endles payne to make the fre For thy loue my lyfe I layed What frende sholde haue done so for the With sorowfull herte thy synne thou shryue And make amendes to thyn enemy If thou thus leue thy wycked lyue I wyll be therof gladde truely Thynke oftentymes of lothes wyne And tourne not to thy synne agayne Let no dyspayre downe the dryue Thynke on Peter and Magdalayne Man wype awaye thy wyckednesse And kepe my byddynge by and by And thou shalte haue in my palesse Worshyp withouten vylany No pouerte but all rychenesse Helth strenth and wysdome truely Thou shalte be full of all swetnesse And than to lyue dnd neuermore dye Homo Graunte mercy Iesu croppe and rote Of al frenshyp for in none fayles Ayenst the I wyll not mote But as ofte as me euyll ayles I wyll fall downe flatte to thy fote To helpe me in ghoostly batayles Now wote I where I shall me hyde Whan I am stered to ony synne In the great wounde of thy ryght syde And be hertely hydde therin As in a toure there may I abyde For ought ye fynde can me ymagyn For all this worlde that is so wyde Therin is souerayne medecyn There may no wanhope make me care That haue of they aungelles so good To kepe me that I not mysfare And thy mother mywest of mode Lorde shende vs thy woundes then And than of mercy we may not mysse And than to helpe crysten men Now Iesu lorde thou vs wyshe That we with the may byde to blysse In Ioye and blysse withouten ende That to thy people ordeyned is That leue synne and them amende AMEN ¶ Thus endeth the cōmunycacyon bytwene god and man Enprynted at London in Fletestrete at y e sygne of y e Sonne by me Wynkyn de Worde wynkyn de worde