Selected quad for the lemma: master_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
master_n	father_n	king_n	servant_n	3,226	4	6.7708	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16797	The soules heavenly exercise set downe in diuerse godly meditations, both prose and verse, by Nicholas Breton gent	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1613 (1613)	STC 3700.5; ESTC S113342	21,730	172

enemies thou tookest Ionas out of the Whales belly oh take mee out of the whale of this hellish world thou sauest all that trust in thee oh saue mee that trust onely but in thee in thee sweete Lord the onely life of my loue whole ioy of my heart heare me therfore I beseech thee and in thy mercie helpe me among the number of thy elected let mee be one of thy belooued that in the traine of thine Aungels though y e least in thy kingdome yet in the ioy of my soule I may sing to thy glorie Amen ETernall power of eternall peace holy and almightie glorie of incomprehensible Maiesty most mercifull and only good God who hast made all thinges by thy power by thy mercie preseruest them and by thy wisdome dost gouern them sweete Lord deare life liuing loue who hast created all thinges for man and man only for thy seruice who lettest nothing be idle that may worke to thy glory and art thyselfe euer in working to the only glorie of thy goodnesse who causest the windes to blowe the clowdes to raine and y e earth to giue her increase and all for the seruice of man and him only aboue all creatures thou hast blessed with reason to iudge betwixt good and euill and hauing gouernment ouer all things on earth to be gouerned only by thy most gratious goodnesse sweete Lord that seest the very senselesse creatures all in their natures holde the due of their obedience in their seruice to thy glorie onely man to whom the mercie of thy holie Maiystie hath giuen a spirit of higher blessing wherwith to glorify thy holy goodnesse and for that thou hast done for him askest nothing but to acknowledge thy bounty and to giue thankes to thy glory yet seest how this creature of thy loue framed nearest to thine owne image in forgetfulnesse of thy grace is become vnthankfull to thy glorie giues ear to illusiōs breaks thy commaundement and runnes headlong to destruction without the greater holde of thy mercie yet in that thou hatest nothing y t thou hast made delightest not in the death of a sinner but art glorious in thy mercy sweete Iesu suffer not Sathan nor any wicked spirit so to gouerne in the worlde as to drawe thy people from thee but blesse them with thy holy spirite that they may knowe thee for and all the creatures therein power to giue their encrease yea and themselues to the seruice of man giue him power in the humilitie of his soule and thankfulnesse of heart to giue thy gratious Maiesty some fruits of thy blessing yea w t all that he hath to giue himselfe wholly to thy ser who was made only by thee and for thee Let him not liue in corruption that was framed in perfection thou art his GOD and hee is thy creature thou art his father make him thy childe thou art his Lord keepe him thy seruant thou art his euer life oh let him not die for euer no creature on earth that liueth only to it selfe but all to thy glorie and shall onely man liue onely to himselfe and so be vnthankfull to thy goodnesse sweete Lord forbid hatefull be that nature of iniquitie that draweth man out of Paradise and throweth him headlōg into hell fie on that accursed fiend that so be witcheth the soule with the delight of sin and wo be to vnhappy man that so forgetteth y e godnes of his God but yet sweete Iesu my Lord my master my father my king and my God looke I humbly beseech thee vpon thy wretched creature thy vnworthy seruant thy vngodlie childe and thy rebellious subiect in thy mercy looke vpon mee looke vpon myrepentance not my rebellions my sorrowes not my sinnes my teares not mine iniquities heale my woūds for they are corrupted and wash me cleane for I am fowly infected keeps mee from the in chaunting charmes of all wicked spirites and in the wisdome of thy holy spirite deliuer mee from the illusions of the wicked fiende make sinne hatefull vnto my soule and in the wisdome of thy grace make the whole ioy of my life oh let mee loue thee aboue my selfe aud hate my selfe but in thy loue let mee not see the labour of all thinges and thy labour in all thinges and my selfe idlely doe nothing that may glorifie thy goodnesse the earth giues mee of her fruite and shall I giue thee no fruite thou hast in heauen a place for mee and shall I not seeke the way to thee O my deare GOD haue mercie vvpon mee better had I neuer beene borne then to liue to be borne away frō thee What is the whole world to mee if I loose mine owne soule in what case is my soule if I want the blessing of thy grace haue mercy therefore vpon mee I beseech thee and preserue my soule for I am thy seruant make mee to labour in the vertuous vineyard of thy holy will● and by the inspiration of thy holy spirit bring forth of my heart the humble fruites of thy holy loue that in profiting my neighbour in the blessing of thy grace I may glorifie thy holy Maiesty and in the ioy of my soule in the peace of thy mercie I may sing to thy glory Amen O Glorious God of all power and pittie to whose onely mercie belongeth the title of eternal Maiesty who by the wisdome of thine owne will hast framed all things to thy seruice and workest in them all to the glorie of thine only worthinesse O deare GOD that art the true substance of comfort to the humble soules of thy beloued and seest the sorrowes of thy humble seruautes when thou withdrawest thy hande of thy mercie in the glorious goodnesse of thy grace I beseech thee thinke on the number of thy afflicted creatures amonge whome most needefull though most vnworthie thy mercie let this poore wretched wounded and afflicted soule of mine begge one beame of thy blessed pittie to reuiue this dolefull and halfe deade heart of my almost despairing spirite oh strengthen my faith in thy holie worde washe mee cleane from my sinnes and make mee to feele the ioye of thy mercie let thy worde bee a Lanthorne to my feete and a lighte vnto my pathes and teach mee the way that I shall walke in for I betake my selfe wholly vnto thee let mee say with thy seruant Dauid O thar my waies were made so direct that I might not offend my God O deare Lord great was his happinesse in thy grace that had such a feeling of thy blessing to haue such a loathing to the worlde for thy loue blessed and ten times blessed were my soule had it such a feeling of thy grace but I may rather cry woe is mee that euer I was borne to liue so long in the sinke of so much sinne that looking on the filth of my soule I am ashamed to looke vp toward thy mercy yet when againe I remember the Leapers that thou hast cleansed the sins that thou hast pardoned