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	lord_n	see_v	6,623	5	3.5167	3	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26129	Hosanna, or, A song of thanks-giving sung by the children of Zion, and set forth in three notable speeches at Grocers Hall, on the late solemn day of thanksgiving, Thursday June 7, 1649 : the first was spoken by Alderman Atkins, the second by Alderman Isaac Pennington, the third by Hugh Peters (no alderman, but) clericus in cuerpo.	Atkins, Thomas, Sir.; Penington, Isaac, Sir, 1587?-1660.; Peters, Hugh, 1598-1660.	1649 (1649)	Wing A4124B; ESTC R1899	7,389	4

prove very chargeable indeed if Malignants speak truth who say this very days Thanksgiving will costs us no less than our heads if not our souls too into the bargain Therefore Gentlemen in a word I think we have but one play and that is to hold up the State as long as we can and to make sure of our heads and estates and pillage other mens when we can hold it no longer In answer to this Hugh Peters being well whittled with mine made the following Reply Reader Peters his being drunk is no Fable I assure you and he fell out with the Butler Hugh Peters his Thanksgiving Speech for a Farewel to the City in the behalf of the General and Lieutenant General Mr. Alderman Penningtons and the rest of the Representatives of the City I Must tell you I have been half the world over and yet I am come back again and by my Faith Sirs I must tell you I never saw such a godly jolly crew as are here all heigh Fellows together 'T is merry when Malt-men meet and they say some of us here have been Brewers and of worse Trades too But uh uh let that Pass I defie Brewing for I have been all over your Wine Cellar and that 's another world but it 's as slippery a world as this and runs round too What a Nicodemus is the Butler he was loth to own Me but by night he bad me stay till night and then I should have my belly-full Now Sirs I conceive a belly-full is a belly-full and if a man have not his belly-full it is no Thanksgiving And if you Gentlemen of the City have not a belly-full of this Thanksgiving I say you may have a belly-full Had D. Dorista been so wise as to have staid at home he might have had another kind of belly-full then he had at the Hague But a belly full still is a belly-full and Grocers-Hall is a better Ordinary than a Dutch Ordinary for a belly-full Pox o' your Dutch Ordinaries I think they will become English and give us all a belly-full but in another kind I fear then I gave my Dutch Land-Lady and her Daughter But no matter for that a belly-full is a belly full their bellys were empty and so was mine for I had not so much as a stiver to bless my self and they would never let me be quiet and I scor'd up still and so I got my belly-full and they got their belly-full which was one belly-full for another and so at length I was quit with them Then I went to New-England and there I saw a blessed sight a world of wild Women and Men lying round a fire in a ring stark naked If this custom should 〈◊〉 up in London as I see no reason but it may if the State will vote it then every woman may ●●ue her belly-full and it would be a certain cure for cuckolds and jealousie and so the City would lose nothing by this Thanksgiving But now I come home to the point in hand my Lord Mayor and you Gentlemen of th●City I am commanded to give you thanks but I would know for what for your dinner yes I will when I have my belly-full but your Butler is no true Trojan he knows not how to tap a●d ●oss the Stingo Sure he is some Presbyterian Spie that is slinkt into office some cowardly fellow that pines away at scandalous sins and the stool of Repentance and he will never do well till he be ●rencht for the humor so that now I see I am like to go away without my belly-full and have never a Jig to the tune of Arthur of Bradley Sing O brave Arthur of Bradley Sing O But if things go thus what should I thank you for The States sore saw wh●t slender good fellows you would be o● else some of you had been Knighted as well as my Lord of Pembroke Nay it was Gods Mercy you had not all been Knighted For it was put to the vote I tell ●ou whether my Lord Mayor should be Knighted and whether you Alderman Pennington and Alderman Atkins should be dubb'd Sir Isaac and Sir Thomas of the States own Creation But since it s resolved otherwise I pray you bid the Butler bring up his Cannikins and I 'le make you all Lords like my self for now ● am no less in Title than Lord Hugo de santa Pietro Puntado and every jot as merry as forty Beggers Now I warrant you expect I should thank you for his Excellencies golden Bason and Ewer 'T is true I was commanded to do so but what care I for a Bason and Ewer Give me a Pipe and a Chamber-pot I mean a pipe of Canary into the bargain or else it shall be no Thanksgiving-day for me Oh for a Condu●t from Malago and that we knew how to convey Middleton's pipes to the Canary Islands then there would be no end of Thanksgiving I am commanded likewise to thank you for the Lieutenant Generals Plate and his Purse of Gold and I am so much the more willing to do it because I hope to have a feeling out of it anon when we come home But as I take it you have more reason to thank him than he you For you gave him a little purse of money and 't is his goodness he does not take all I observe too you have given him but the value of 500 l. and his Excellency forsooth as much more Do ye know what you do Cou●d you not have askt my councel before you may chance to be switch't i'faith for not setting the saddle upon the right horse and well you deserve it if I be not furnish't with a pipe of Canary Let me not be put off with nothing like my Lord President and M. Speaker you know whether to send Sirs My lodging is sometimes at St. James's but most an end in Thames street Ther●'● my Maid a handsom lass I tell you will take it in as well as my self or else I would never keep her Farewel● Sirs here 's nothing to do I see A Pox on your Butler and his lean joules There 's liberty lies in the bottom of the Boules Thus it is in one of our modern Authors but I Profess I can have none of this liberty though it be the first year of freedom and then judge you whether the State or the State's Servants have any cause of Thanks Farewel Si●s I am gone Oh for a mill-boule or his Excellencies Bason and Ewer now to spue in and make an end of Thanksgiving FINIS * Every Cook was sworn