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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	great_a	lord_n	sin_n	25,125	5	5.0495	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11417	The historie of Iudith in forme of a poeme. Penned in French, by the noble poet, G. Salust. Lord of Bartas. Englished by Tho. Hudson.; Histoire de Judit. English	Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Hudson, Thomas, 16th/17th cent.	1584 (1584)	STC 21671; ESTC S110849	55,564	124

on moulde deuine This Primate then assisted with his kinne Of great Eleazar priests whose head and chinne Was neuer shaue deuoutly on he preast A pearled Myter on his balmed creast And with a holy Alb with garnettes spred And golden Belles his sacred bodie cled And slew and burnt the bulks as was the guise Of many a kid and ●alfe for sacrifise And with their blood the Alters hornes he dyed And praying thus to God immortall cryed O Lord of Hostes we come not vnto thee Prayer To wey our merits with thy maiestie Nor to protest before thy heauenly might That sacklessy thy scourge doth on vs light But rather we confesse as true it is Our sinnes haue iustly merite more then this But Lord if thou thy couenant would forget VVhich thou with Abrahm made so wilt set For mercie great thy iustice most seueare Thou should a greater plague vpon vs reare Change then our proces from thy iustice seate And saue vs at thy throne of mercie great Forgiue vs Lord and holde farre from vs all These plagues that on our heads are like to fall Alas what helpeth vs thy heauie stroke To binde our necks to such a seruile yoke VVherewith th' Assyrian tyrāts long haue grieued Thine Izak till their bondage thou relieued If so this natiue ground that new is tilde If so these Hostries new with folke refilde If so alas our chast and modest Dames Our infants young our Virgins good of fames Should be a praye to Ammon and to Perse To Calde and the mutine Parthian fierse If that we see this Alter made prophane And witches it abuse with Idols vaine Yet Lord if thou no pittie on vs take At least great God do for thy glories sake Haue pittie on this holy building nowe Where not a God hath sacrifice but thou VVhere not a God but thou hast residence To feile the sauour sweete of frankensence Hold back O Lord the Caldean cressets bright From these rich Cedar vaults of stately hight Preserue these vessels ornaments of gold From sacrilegious hands of neighbours bolde And let the blood of beasts before thy face Thy Iustice stay and grant thy seruants grace This prayer done the people went their way Then Ioachim conuende that present day the Princes all of Iuda and them praide gainst this mischiefe for counsell and thus said Companions if your former zeale remaine Exhortation If ardent loue to god ye still retaine If wife or childe may cause your care or loue VVhich should the Centers of your senses moue If in your brests a noble hart doth bide Let deede beare witnes at this wofull tide For sauing God and your foresight in deede t' is done t' is done with vs and all our seede And after this th' Immortall shall not see this after fume before his maiestee VVhē th' Air is calme still as dead deafe Comparison And vnder heavne quakes not an aspin leafe VVhen Seas are calme and thousand vessels fleete Vpō the sleeping seas with passage sweete And when the variant wind is still and lowne the cunning Pylot neuer can be knowne But whē the cruell storme doth threat the bark to drowne in deepes of pits infernall dark while tossing teares both ruther mast saile While mounting seemes the Azur skye to skaile while driues perforce vpon some deadly shore there is the Pylot knowne and not before Alas I pray you then what care and strifes Haue we to keepe our honours goods and lifes Forget not then the care of this same place your countreyes weale gods glorie and his grace But humblie giue your selues into the hand Of god most high and with a holy brand repurge your sprits from euerie hatefull sinne which causeth God his Iustice to begin And see what may to God be agreable For Iacobs weale and for you profitable This said an ancient traitour from his youth who fostred gall in hart with hony in mouth Enforcing from his eyes some fained teare to cloke his malice spacke as ye shall heare My toung me failes my hair for dread vpstarts The Oration of a subtill worldling My heauie spirite from pensiue corps departs VVhen I bethinke me of yone tyrant stout who hath bedround the world with bloud about Approching threats our townes with firie flames Our selfs with death dishonour to our Dames Yet when I call to minde the curtsie great That this great Lord doth vse who doth entreate Not onely those that beastiall are become And haue their hope in brutall Idols dome But euen to zealous folke who do embrace The faith and law like vs of Abrahms race who being well aduisde did humblie sue His pardon and escapte his vengeance due then thanke I God who sends vs such a foe As plagues the proude and lets the humble goe For we assoone shall vanquish him with teares As will be long to wrak him with our weares Then whilest we may haue choice of either state of peace or warres his fauour or his hate Let vs not follow seeing skath at hand the follie of our fathers to gainstand But rather let vs beare a lower saile And serue his king as best for our awaile But thinke not yet that I this councell giue for craft or warrant for my selfe to liue For I haue els my dayes so nearly spent that for to dye I could be well content The Assyrian neede not in my brest to strike His fethred Dart nor yet his trembling pike Yea if my youth to me should eft returne And make my youthly bloode within me burne So honour I my God and contrey deare that for to dye for them I would not feare As Sampson did if so my death might yeld The victorie of the Vizroy and the field But most I feare least we with curious zeale Fight for the lawe yet fight against her weale Against our selfs to bring so great a wracke that proude and cruell tyrants shall vs sacke And grow in pride suppressing Iudaes strength For to contemne the glorie of God at length For Israell being lost who shall ensue to render here to God deuotions due what people sparsed on this earthly ball From Indian shoare to where the Sunne doth fall Or from the Climate of the northren blast Vnto that place where sommer aye doth last Hath God elect saue Israell for his owne Vpon this Hill to haue his glorie showne At this the valiant Cambris of renowne with righteous rage grew pale and gan to frowne And brake the silence with a vehement stile His courage movde the Princes all the while Nay rather where I stand let ope the ground Quod he to swallowe me in pit profound Azealous godly answere Yea rather righteous heauen let firie blast Light on my head that thou on Sodom cast Eare I my malice cloke or ouersile In giuing Izac such a councell vile For if the Leader of this folke prophane Vpon our bodies onelie sought to raigne Although that we haue dearely bought alwaye