Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	let_v	lord_n	love_n	5,328	5	5.4187	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01890	Babels balm: or The honey-combe of Romes religion With a neate draining and straining-out of the rammish honey thereof. Sung in tenne most elegant elegies in Latine, by that most worthy Christian satyrist, Master George Good-vvinne. And translated into tenne English satyres, by the Muses most vnworthy Eccho, Iohn Vicars.; Melissa religionis pontificiae. English	Goodwin, George, fl. 1607-1620.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1624 (1624)	STC 12030; ESTC S103245	56,801	130

of Teares descries And me my sweet Redeemers thirst euen fries Free me from Death and from lifes guilt me cleare And for my Spots O let Christs Stripes appeare If Christ for 's Seruant vndue debts did pay Let not the Seruant pay what 's payd I pray O Iesus which of heart reines Searcher art To thee I here sacrifice reines and heart I thee beseech euen by thy bloody Sweat Thy Teare● Feares Flouts whom Iewes vniustly beat Let all my hope to thy sure Seale be fixt With none of my selfe-Meri● to be mixt This is my serious pious protestation Confirm'd from false dogmaticke alteration Christ hath ingul●t me in his Sea of Loue. Bare poore impure I 'm here a milke-white Doue Here is my Hope firme Faith Pledge of saluation This this faire foun● flowes to my restauration If th' Ocean of Christs Bloud me all keepe in 'T will purely purge my Blots and Spots of sinne Let this th● this blest Lambe with 's holy hide Cloath me and let me thine O Christ abide Sweet Sauiour of the world Iesus most kinde Let me thy Mercies in thy Merits finde Gold Incense Myrrh of Praise I humbly bring As Lord take Incense Man Myrrh Gold as King What-ere is Thine and thou to th' World mad'st free All those Thy Loue makes proper vnto mee With godlesse Goates adiudge mee not to stand But with thy Sheepe set me at Thy Right Hand Whom Thou held'st deare and deare for me didst pay Now count not Vile as willing my decay For without Thee O Christ I say and shall I either Death deserue or Nought at all But since for vanquisht Me thou' rt Victor-wise My paine is Thine Thy Palme is made my prize My due Deaths-draft O Christ Thou first drank'st vp When Thou for mee didst say Let passe this Cup. O let my Death by thee be Deaths decay And in thy Loue to leaue Life no delay Let Grace be my lifes louely Morning-light Then Glory will beeth ' Euening-Starre most bright By thy deare Death and Life let mee Deaths due Obtaine sure hold on Lifes Hire most vndue And let thy glorious Beames of Goodnesse shine Vpon this sparkling Faith faint heart of mine Yea where all plenteous pleasures from thy Torrent And Loue-Flo●ds flow from thy still-streaming Current Let mee drink deepe from that deepe Spring most cleere And with Thy Blood My thirsty Heart re-cheere Let Thy Death be my Hoste Thy Paines my Pay Thy Crosse my Crowne Thy Sores my Salues alway Whilest Life doth last O Christ I 'le deadly hate Thy Romish Riuall I 'le repudiate Thus then Mans Lies Blasphemies arrogate Merit by 's Workes from Christs Deeds derogate Thus to Mans Merits Christ must now giue place And to Romes Ruler render Throne and Grace And thus Christs godly goodly Vicar hath Gods Power disdain'd prophan'd the Name of Faith His Merits Meritoriously doe Merit That he should Hell but neuer Heau'n inherit For Merits Heau'n Hee 'l sell the Church defile And Christ to Belial Hee dates reconcile O Rome is this thy Zeale thy Church so faire Did Christ charge Peter thus for 's Flocke to care With such Tartarean termes Church-Scourger braue Dar'st Thou Gods Iustice free grace whip depraue If any sense in thy blunt Brest doth stay Antichrists noted Notes these be thou 'lt say But I am hopelesse by my Verse to frame On th' Anuill of thy Heart Sense of thy Shame See then Romes Faith Romes holy Church now see How like to Peters Hee and his Faith bee OF THAT LOVDE LYE AND FOND FICTION OF TRANSVBSTANTIATION THE SIXTH SATYRE The ARGVMENT When I receiue O Christ Thy Body blest The Signes in Substance still the same doe rest ROmes Ten b●rn'd Beast strāge Errors belcheth vp And Heretikes Schismatikes feeds breeds vp More Heresies from Peters proud Chaire spring Than all Church Chappell Pewes could euer bring Much I passe-o're since els my Muse would be Too too prolixe kinde Reader vnto Thee But yet ther 's One sprung from the seuen-fold Whore Prodigious horrid fond ne're found before Amphibious Gorgon whereby Substance slips This this my Tisiphonike Satyre whips Heere hath my Pen large Lists aboundant stuffe Heere to tryumph my Rhyme hath roome enough Heere Waues waues ouerflow Depths inuocate Depths Heer 's a Meane to bee immoderate This nointed big Brood Accher●ntine Crue In 's Masse createth a creator new Surely t is more Christ than a World to make Nor ere did God to make God vndertake But Popish Chymicks make a thousand Gods Priests then are greater gods than God by odds i th' Masse-Priests mouth what so great vertues are That Hee with 's Mouth his God can make and marre Surely hee hath some rare resistlesse power Whereby hee makes and vnmakes God each houre Christs Flesh i th' Masse This Flesh-feeder eats vp And this blood-bibbing Bishop Blood doth sup With Murther stain'd is this Christ-killing Hoste Whilst hee Gods Flesh with 's Fangs to teare doth boaste Indeed besides this Popish Caniball Of Men not God-deuourers read wee shall Grant This grosse Errour and grant thousands mo● Which from this horrid Hydra thick would grow Mee thinkes I see Serpents on Gorgons pate When this Gorgonish Act I meditate This Christ-eater with 's Cyclaps throat wide ope With griping Clawes with grinding Iames the Pope ● Lycaons filthie Feasts doth celebrate And Laestrigons curs'd Cates doth deuourate For Hee to 's holy Cheere inuites most kind Sharpe Teeth good Stomack● but no godly Minde Proud Iayes are they not Eagles which thus dare Forecast to come to eate Christs dainty fare Not Abra'am Patriarchs not blest Prophets all Who yet enioy'd this Man●● Mysticall Could thus eate Christ could thus haue sauing grace For God Mans-Flesh was then found in no place And since by Christ Grace Life 's alike to me Christ to receiue to me like rule let be With mouth and teeth I take not sure Soules meate This with my mind heart Faith I take and eate My Hearing eates my Knowledge Christ doth chew And liuely Faith digests Him in me to I taste Christ with Hearts Pallate there confinde That Feast 's a Fact not of the Mouth but Minde Christs Presence is Faiths Charge Christs reall being Is sure i th' Supper to each firme Faiths Seeing Yea Christ to those that thus belieue is slaine Whose bles● Oblation still doth Faith sustaine Againe each vnbaptized infant small Once borne and washt in the Fount Mysticall Hee should with Christ haue no Community If Corps must Corps Flesh Flesh touch needfully Herod did once but some young Infants smite The Popes opinion damnes All Infants quite Besides Hee which belieues not Christ may eate And thus to Dogs Hogs Mice Christ may bee Meate Yea Iudas thus with Peter hath full share Christs Body is to Both like daintie fare Can hee which is not Christs vpon Christ feede Are God and Satan Partners well agreed Or can Christs Members in Christs Body rot Which bold-fac't Rome to broach abroad