Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	good_a	grace_n	work_n	6,662	5	5.6625	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16734	Conceyted letters, nevvly layde open: or A most excellent bundle of new wit wherin is knit vp together all the perfections or arte of episteling, by which the most ignorant may with much modestie talke and argue with the best learned. A worke varying from the nature of former presidents.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637, attributed name.	1618 (1618)	STC 3637; ESTC S104713	23,257	48

Cowarde more desperate the● valiant yet once my wrongs I can put vp whiles looking on the obiect of my Reuenge I become an a●iect to my selfe to thinke what mettall I am to temper with But in brie●e to lose no more time with you to Morrowe is my day the h●wer eight in the morning the pl●co the Padock● within the Thicket where the determination of businesse I hope will be briefer then discourse and so I ende endlesse Yours as you haue made mee T. N. His Answer IDle humors shewes add●● Brayues where lacke of iudgement prooues imperfection indiscretion To challenge a Coward is no balour but if your Sword were as nimble as your Penne I should not knowe how to put by the poynte but I thinke that your furie is but a flash which betwéene heats and colde hath made a little thunder that will goe away in a Clowde to temper with Mettalls is fittest for Artistes but in the rules of honor scorne hath no place But touching your agonie take héede of an Ag●e left shame fellowes shifte in putting off a Quarrell with excuse in briefe there shall nothing fayle but your selfe who as you deserue at my hands shall finde mée from my heart Yours as you mine R. D. A Loue-Letter to a worthie Gentle-woman FAyre Mistris if I had no eyes I should not like you and it no wit I should not loue you for the brightnes of your Beauty is for no blind sight to gaz● vpon nor the worthines of your vertu● for no weake braynes to beate vpon If you say I flatter you looke into your selfe and doo me n● wrong and if I doo you Right chyde not Affection for a discouerie where truth is honourable pardon my presumption if it excéede your pleasure and commend his seruice who will make an honour or your fauor So intreating your patience for answer to my poore Letter vntill I heare from you and alwayes I rest Your deuoted to be commaunded N. R. Her Answere SYr if your wits goes with your eyes your braynes may be on the out-side of your head and th●n if you deceyue your seife I hope I shall not bee blamed Colours are but shadowes and may b●full of illusions and the worthynesse of vertue may be a reach aboue the Worldes reason yet the discouery of affection may be mor●in wordes then matter especially where discretion sounds the depth of desart though the honour as truth be worth regard Where there is no faults there néedes no pardon and therefore without trouble of Patience finding no cause of displeasure I thus conclude Loue hath a priuilege to be at the commaund of kindnesse in which I rest to wish you much happinesse Your wel-willing Friend E. S. A Conceyted Letter of Newes GOod Unckl● I knowe you looke for newes from this plot of our Earthly Paradise which when you left it was a place of great pleasure but since your departure some wicked Blasts haue withered some of our principall Plants but God be thanked we haue at this time so good a Gardener that so plucks vppe the Weedes by the rootes that I hope this Spring wee shall haue a flourishin● piece of ground Hobgoblin and the Fayries hath brought theyr Beléeuers to the Gallowes where had not Mercie giuen grace they had bene almost a● O man in Desperation But it is an ill winde that blowes no man to good for Halter-men and Ballet-makers were not better sette a worke this many a day Our Sunne shewes his beams in great brightnesse whiles the man in the Moone is fall●n quite thorough the Clowdes wilde Byrdes put in Cadges become tame in little time but our Iacke-Dawes will be chattering whiles they haue a tongu● in theyr heads Our Turtle-Doues are the prettyest fooles in the world but when a Cuckow counterfaits the Nightingale there is an ill Closse in the Musicke Our Peacocke was so prowde that hee could not leaue spreading his tayle but since moulting-time hee hath lost many of his Feathers Our Poast-horses haue galled their Riders and our Asses are kept but onely for theyr milke in summe for Men and Women the best God be thanked are well and for the worst God will take order for theyr amendment and so with my most hearty commendation I rest Your euer-louing Nephew T. M. The Vnckles Answer MY kinde Nephewe I thanke thee heartily for thy merrie Letter in which I like well of thy iudgement in wryting of Newes to meddle with no matters of state for hée that lookes too high may haue a suddain downe-fall and olde Countrey-Prouerbe may prooue a good parte of spéeche I remember I haue hearde my Gr●und Father tell of one that was taught him in his T●●uell Let the Horse neigh know thou thy course and god thy way and so much for this Now for your Earthly Paradise I thought it when I came from it a goodly poece of ground and t' was pittie that any Blaste should per●h the least Plant in it But as it is I am very glad to heare so well of it GOD blesse the owner of it and the Gardener that so well wéedeth it Now for the Byrdes hee that knoweth not a Cuckowe from a Nightingale is like vnto a Lark-catcher that hauing caught an Owle tooke her for a fine Hawke till looking on her face and fearing she had bene aspirite he let her flye to the Diuell As for Peacocks they will be prowde till they looke on theyr legges and Iackdawes will prate it is their nature and therefore be not angry with a Milke-wenche if shée make not a curtsi● like Mistrisse C●nstable for there may be difference in their bréeding and so foorth Now for our Countrey-newes I will tell you what is come to my hands our Coultes are so lustie that we cannot kéepe a Filly in quiet for them and our Géese are so fatte that they wallowe as they goe our Sowes are so forward that we shall haue a world of ●at Pigges and our Ewes so suckle our Lambes that they leaue almost no flesh on their backs our Mill horse hath broken his halter and layd his load at the Mill doore and our towne Bull is so fat that he shall be bayted for the Butcher our Towne is so full of Marriages that there is scarce Cakes enough for the Bridales Tom Piper and the blinde Harper are hyred for these Hollidayes with my young Landlord who hath sworne by his Fathers soule that hee will whoord vp none of his Siluer Other such h●mely stuffe there is store about vs but because you haue better Wares nearer hand I care not much if I trouble you no longer with such Trifles I pray you let me heare from you of such occurrents as comes in your way In the meane time alwayes I rest The most louing Vnckle F. L. A Conceyted Loue-Letter SWéete Creature to tell you I loue you were a Phrase of too plaine a fashion and yet when truth is indeed the best ●●oquence affection needs no inuention to expresse the care