Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	great_a	holy_a	sin_n	4,656	5	4.5321	4	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16765	No vvhippinge, nor trippinge: but a kinde friendly snippinge	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1601 (1601)	STC 3672; ESTC S109105	14,356	66

full of misery VVhat villany is it to vexe it more And if a wench doe treade her shooe awry VVhat honest heart will turne her out of dore Oh if our faultes were all vpon the skore VVhat man so holy but would be ashamed To heare himselfe vpon the Schedule named Let vs then leaue our biting kinde of verses They are too bitter for a gentle taste Sharpe pointed speach so neare the spirit pearces As growes to rankle ere the poison waste But let all be forgotten that is past And let vs all agree in one in this Let God alone to mend what is amisse But if we needes will try our wits to write And striue to mount our Muses to the height Oh let vs labour for that heauenly light That may direct vs in our passage streight VVhere humble wits may holy will awaite And there to finde that worke to write reede That may be worth the looking on indeede To shewe the life of vnitie in loue VVhere neuer discord doth the musique marre But in the blessing of the soules behoue To see the light of that faire shining starre VVhich shews the day that neuer night can marie But in the brightnesse of eternall glory How loue and life doe make a blessed story If we be toucht with sorrow of our sinnes Expresse our passions as the Psalmist did And shew how mercy hopes reliefe beginnes Where greatest harmes are in repentance hid When Grace in Mercy doth despaire forbid And sing of him and of his glory such Who hateth sinne yet will forgiue so much And let our hymnes be Angell harmonie Where Halleluiah makes the heauens to ring And make a consort of such companie As make the Quire but to their holy King This this I say would be a blessed thing When all the world might ioy to heare and see How Poets in such Poetry agree For who can make an Ape to leaue his mowes Although he call him twentie times an Ape And who can stop the cawing of the Crowes Although he tell them of their carrion gape And if the collicke chance to breed a scape But hold your nose the sent will quickly die Then cry not foh but let the fih goe by A Mastiffe dog will neuer make a Spaniell Then let the Curre alone to shew his kinde A horse-mans saddle is no market paniell To wash a Moore is worke against the winde Those blinking wits do show their wils too blind That finding faultes so roughly fall vpon them To think to mend them with their railing on them The deuill is a knaue who knowes it not And who but God can put downe all his power And how must God his gracious loue be got But all by prayer euery day and houre While teares of sorrow make a blessed showre And humble faith doth but to mercy flie In hearty prayer not in Poetry Yet say I not but Poets well may pray And praying Poets doe most sweetly sing For proofe of Dauid see what trueth may say A praying Poet and a blessed King Whose verses all did from such vertues spring As left the loue of learned trueth to try Howe prayer shewes the princely Poetry Let vs all Poets then agree together To run from hell and fained Helicon And looke at heauen and humbly hie vs thither Where Graces shall be let in euery one To sing a part in Glories vnion And there to settle all our soules desire To heare the musicke of that heauenly Quire Let Ouid with Narcissus idle tale Weare out his wits with figuratiue fables Old idle Histories grow to be so stale That clownes almost haue bard them from their tables And Phoebus with his horses and his stables Leaue them to babies make a better choise Of sweeter matter for the soules reioyce Who toucheth pitch and tarre cannot be cleane A wilfull wit doth worke it selfe much woe In euery course t is good to keepe a meane And being well to liue contented so The softest walkers doe most safely goe Hast maketh wast and wits that run astray Make had I wist to make fooles holy-day Be quiet then I say be quiet Wagges And haue no more with nothing worth to doe While other angle for the golden bagges We seeke out toies to set our wits vnto But let vs leaue the Cobbler to his shooe And let the foole himselfe with folly flatter And bend our studies vnto better matter No this is not a world for simple wits That can not looke a mile aboue the Moone Nor roste their sparrowes but on wodden spits Nor make a morning of an after-noone Nor watch a blessing when there fals a Boone No no it is no world for weake conceit The Deuil is too cunning in deceit A silly honest creature may do well To watch a cockeshoote or a limed bush For many a Scholler happly learnes to spell That can not put together worth a rush Yet let a Poet at such humors hush His will should be about some other worke Then where the Adder in the grasse doth lurke And since my selfe haue marched in that ranke VVhere Mercury commanded Pallas Traine And spent my spirits in my thoughts as franke As he that thought he had a better vaine I must confesse what idle humours gaine A frumpe a frowne a foyle or els a feare VVhen wil doth write that reason cannot beare No truely no this world is not for me I will no longer be fantasticall But winke at folly when the foole I see That in his gesture is so finicall As if his spirit were Poeticall And thinke it better weare my wits at Schoole Then spoyle my wits in painting of a foole Vpon the painted cloth the Nightingale Did bid me heare and see and say the best The sea Mew sayes it is a cruel gale That driues the Swallow cleane out of her nest Why simple noses now can bide no iest And Poets that are open in Inuectiues Doe often fall vpon too much defectiues Beleeue me brother t is as thou doest write Poets should wright by heauenly inspiration But he that is possessed with despight Shewes but a wicked kinde of instigation To thinke by scoffes to make a reformation No let vs all goe backe to vertues Schooles And let the world alone to bring vp fooles I haue bene vaine as any man aliue But would be vertuous now if I knew how And euery day and houre and minute striue My wicked heart to better grace to bow Then let me say as to my selfe to you Let vs leaue all our idle imperfections And study vertue for our liues directions Let vs serue God in word and deed and thought And by our silence make our quarrels cease And learne those lessons that true loue hath taught Where concord doth a blessed world encrease And speake of Peace or let vs hold our peace For words or deeds or thoughts of strife are euill And are but instigations of the Deuill It is a shame to shun the way of Grace And runour wits a gathering after