Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	compassion_n	great_a	lord_n	4,900	5	4.1517	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69225	Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death	Donne, John, 1572-1631.	1633 (1633)	STC 7045; ESTC S121864	150,803	413

lest children dye Which faint for hunger in the streets doe lye 20 Behold O Lord consider unto whom Thou hast done this what shall the women come To eate their children of a spanne shall thy Prophet and Priest be slaine in Sanctuary 21 On ground in streets the yong and old do lye My virgins and yong men by sword do dye Them in the day of thy wrath thou hast slaine Nothing did thee from killing them containe 22 As to a solemne feast all whom I fear'd Thou call'st about mee when his wrath appear'd None did remaine or scape for those which I Brought up did perish by mine enemie Chap. III. 1 I Am the man which have affliction seene Under the rod of Gods wrath having beene 2 He hath led mee to darknesse not to light 3 And against mee all day his hand doth fight 4 Hee hath broke my bones worne out my flesh and skinne 5 Built up against mee and hath girt mee in With hemlocke and with labour 6. and set mee In darke as they who dead for ever bee 7 Hee hath hedg'd me lest I scape and added more To my steele fetters heavier then before When I crie out he out shuts my prayer 9 And hath Stop'd with hewn stone my way turn'd my path 10 And like a Lion hid in secrecie Or Beare which lyes in wait he was to mee 11 He stops my way teares me made desolate 12 And hee makes mee the marke he shooteth at 13 Hee made the children of his quiver passe Into my reines 14 I with my people was All the day long a song and mockery 15 Hee hath fill'd mee with bitternesse and he Hath made me drunke with wormewood 16 He hath burst My teeth with stones and covered mee with dust 17 And thus my Soule farre off from peace was set And my prosperity I did forget 18 My strength my hope unto my selfe Isaid Which from the Lord should come is perished 19 But when my mournings I do thinke upon My wormwood hemlocke and affliction 20 My Soule is humbled in remembring this 21 My heart considers therefore hope there is 22 'T is Gods great mercy we' are not utterly Consum'd for his compassions do not die 23 For every morning they renewed bee For great O Lord is thy fidelity 24 The Lord is saith my Soule my portion And therefore in him will I hope alone 25 The Lord is good to them who on him relie And to the Soule that seeks him earnestly 26 It is both good to trust and to attend The Lords salvation unto the end 27'Tis good for one his yoake in youth to beare 28 He sits alone and doth all speech forbeare Because he hath borne it 29 And his mouth he layes Deepe in the dust yet then in hope he stayes 30 He gives his cheekes to whosoever will Strike him and so he is reproched still 31 For not for ever doth the Lord forsake 32 But when he' hath strucke with sadnes hee doth take Compassion as his mercy ' is infinite 33 Nor is it with his heart that he doth smite 34 That underfoot the prisoners stamped bee 35 That a mans right the Judge himselfe doth see To be wrong from him 36 That he subverted is In his just cause the Lord allowes not this 37 Who then will say that ought doth come to passe But that which by the Lord commanded was 38 Both good and evill from his mouth proceeds 39 Why then grieves any man for his misdeeds 40 Turne wee to God by trying out our wayes 41 To him in heaven our hands with hearts upraise 42 Wee have rebell'd and falne away from thee Thou pardon'st not 43 Usest no clemencie Pursuest us kill'st us coverest us with wrath 44 Cover'st thy selfe with clouds that our prayer hath No power to passe 45 And thou hast made us fall As refuse and off-scouring to them all 46 All our foes gape at us 47 Feare and a snare With ruine and with waste upon us are 48 With water rivers doth mine eye oreflow For ruine of my peoples daughters so 49 Mine eye doth drop downe teares incessantly 50 Untill the Lord looke downe from heaven to see 51 And for my city daughters sake mine eye Doth breake mine heart 52 Causles mine enemy Like a bird chac'd me 53 In a dungeon They have shut my life and cast me on a stone 54 Waters flow'd o'r my head then thought I I am Destroy'd 55 I called Lord upon thy name Out of the pit 56 And thou my voice didst heare Oh from my sigh and crye stop not thine eare 57 Then when I call'd upon thee thou drew'st nere Unto mee and said'st unto mee do not feare 58 Thou Lord my Soules cause handled hast and thou Rescuest my life 59 O Lord do thou judge now Thou heardst my wrong 60 Their vengeance all they have wrought 61 How they reproach'd thou hast heard and what they thought 62 What their lips uttered which against me rose And what was ever whisper'd by my foes 63 I am their song whether they rise or sit 64 Give them rewards Lord for their working fit 65 Sorrow of heart thy curse 66 And with thy might Follow and from under heaven destroy them quite CAP. IV. 1 HOw is the gold become so dimme How is Purest and finest gold thus chang'd to this The stones which were stones of the Sanctuary Scattered in corners of each street do lye 2 The pretious sonnes of Sion which should bee Valued at purest gold how do wee see Low rated now as earthen Pitchers stand Which are the worke of a poore Potters hand 3 Even the Sea-calfes draw their brests and give Sucke to their young my peoples daughters live By reason of the foes great cruelnesse As do the Owles in the vast Wildernesse 4 And when the sucking child doth strive to draw His tongue for thirst cleaves to his upper jaw And when for bread the little children crye There is no man that doth them satisfie 5 They which before were delicately fed Now in the streets forlorne have perished And they which ever were in scarlet cloath'd Sit and embrace the dunghills which they loath'd 6 The daughrers of my people have sinned more Then did the towne of Sodome sinne before Which being at once destroy'd there did remaine No hands amongst them to vexe them againe 7 But heretofore purer her Nazarite Was then the snow and milke was not so white As carbuncles did their pure bodies shine And all their polish'dnesse was Seraphine 8 They are darker now then blacknes none can know Them by the face as through the street they goe For now their skin doth cleave unto their bone And withered is like to dry wood growne 9 Better by sword then famine 't is to dye And better through pierc'd then by penury 10 Women by nature pitifull have eate Their children drest with their owne hand for meat 11 Iehova here fully accomplish'd hath His indignation and powr'd forth his wrath Kindled a fire