Selected quad for the lemma: mercy_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
mercy_n	woe_n	world_n	wrath_n	47	3	7.3336	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68109	The passionate sparke of a relenting minde. Written by Simion Grahame. Seene and allowed by authority	Grahame, Simion, ca. 1570-1614.	1604 (1604)	STC 12169; ESTC S105778	11,868	44

owner do they show 5 Then soyle in this most happie haru'st your right Ripe sweete desire in spight of vilde Enuie So shall you with your Monarches matching-might Make earthly Kings to feare your conqu'ring crie The circuit of this spatious Ball at length shall yeeld vnto your armie potent strength 6 As sounds below relents the Ayer aboue That hideous noyse of Thunderclaps may swage So proud vsurping mindes shall stoope to mooue The Lion read to stay his roring rage Their honors high when he hath made them thrall Since with his force their forcelesle force must fall 7 Hee threatens th' earth with such tryumphant might That makes his foes afraid to heare his name On Vertues wings oreshinde with honors light Borne through the world with euer flying fame Which still the Eccho of his might resounds A terror threatning these terrestiall bounds 8 His Scepter proud and his great conqu'ring hand Will erect Troph's of high Triumphes on all Earth-ruling mindes stooping at his commaund Adorn'd they are by him to bee made thrall So Monarch hee must cause ech potent King For him and his rich tributes for to bring 9 No treasons gilt such threatningss can abide Nor Vipers vilde who cates their tongues to barke With feares confus'd must needs their selues go hide And lye obscure in the Cemerian darke From light debar'd to pressage Plutoes place Where mōstrous spirits such mōsters shal imbrace 10 Sweld with Enuie and poys'ned great with griefe Most serpent-like spewes Vennome on their owne Damn'd harts abhord whose mutins breeds mischief They with their selfe their selfe shall bee orethrowne So diu'llish braynes brings restlesse murther still They silthie frogs ech one shall other kill 11 Then subiects true on honors throne set forth No death your eternized life can end For famous feates ad's wonders to such worth And truth still doth a shining light out send Whose glancing beames reflexing heere and there By flowing quilles of Poets are made rare 12 Now happie Ile sequestred liues no more Since ioyn'de expell the excrements of wrath And let their foule ambitious factes implore Their owne orethrow and well-deseruing death Rase downe tread on their turrets of Enuie Whose pride would mount aboue the valted skie 13 The Register of Memorie beholde How God of wonders wondrous works hath wrought When life past hope to Treason he was solde Till threatning death in dangers mouth him brought In such extremes deathes ambush was in vaine For Heau'ns strong hand did saue him stil vnslaine 14 All high attempts of deu'llish foes was foyld All hideous noise of horrors did asswage All tragike troopes of hellish thoughts was spoylde And rigors selfe gaue rigor to their rage Ensignes displaid whose terror them confounds Whilst conqu'ring Ioy victorious trumpet sounds 15 The ship which death with tempests grief did threat'n And gulfes of seas was readie to deuoure When restlesse-mercy-wanting-stormes had beat'n At last came safe vnto her long-sought shore So heau'n now brings him to his hau'ning place Still to succeed to him and all his race 16 The vpright in each true externall thing Bewrayes the force hart burnig-loue doth yeald For smiling lookes of such a gratious King Shall make your loue with lise and blood be seald Vnworthie to enioy this mortall breath Who for this King or countrey feares their death 17 The Altar is a spotlesse minde whereon You sacrifice and offer vp good-will Loue yeelds the fuell from the hart alon Which once inflam'd is quenchlesse burning still Then Martiall feates shall breed couragious strife In battels braue to trye a carelesse life 18 Though the Idaa of your long desire Vnsetled Time obscures him for a space Yet shall this Time with comming Time expire And then receiue fruition of his face Who Iustice seekes his wisedomes eyes shall see With Reasons right each may contented bee 19 Lo Spring-time comes long dark'ned Sun com's out All to renew that Winter blastes had spoil'd When sending forth his gorgeous beames about Hopes haru'st expel's which high dispaire had foil'd So hope triumphes dispaire lies quite o'rethrowne Sweet Soyle thou hast which God hath made thine own 20 Misconster not his well-inclining-minde Doo not mistrust for Triall lurkes in Time Why to his Kingdomes shall hee prooue vnkinde And glorie stayne of his adorning prime No counsaile can make him become so strange Nor earthly pompe his burning loue to change 21 Murmour no more nor bee not discontent When constant loue and spotlesse Iustice stands With eager piercing lookes for to preuent All kinde of foule oppression in his lands This is the right inricheth his renowne This is the oath made to his royall Crowne 12 And you whose long tormented hearts hath still With cloudie mistes and darkenesse been obscur'd You all the world with Tragike volumes fill What woe 's deuis'd that you haue not indur'd Your Register this Rigor may recall Shame bloodshed death still captiues led in thrall 23 In guiltlesse him no crueltie doth dwell Nor from his mercy neuer sprang mischiefe Your conscience read and it shall surely tell His hands are wash'd as causelesse of your griefe Then let the bloud the banishment and death Bee on their heads the Authors of your wrath 24 What though a King yet Kings are sometime forc'd To yeeld consent with vnconsenting hart As from his will vnwillingly diuorc'd That no vprore should rise any part Such is the onely prudence in a Prince That ' gainst a murm'ring Momus makes defence 25 Why doe not then degorge satyrike words Vsurping right thou shalt vsurpe thy braine For lo nought else such foolish feates affords But diu'llish guerdon for thy greatest gaine And still thou shalt infamous make thy name When as thy end 's to end in endlesse shame 26 If Christian thou then Christian-like abide Till flowing fauour from his Kingly loue By Stately rule thy fredome shall prouide When mindes remorse and mercy shall him moue So Conscience thral'd made free and griefe is gone Then shall his Soyles contented hue in one 27 And dark'ned Clouds that lowers vpon you heads Giues place vnto the glori'us shining Sun Whose burning beames with radiant splendor spreads A restlesse race not ending still begun To shew the ods 'twixt heau's Caelestiall light And glomy mist of Helles eternall night 28 From treasure rich of Gods immortall store Let feruent loue in fity flames descend And sill you hearts with pittie to implore That heau'ns preuenting hand may him defend Let highest curse breath forth consuming woes For to conuert or else confound his foes 29 A gratious King whose Mercie still abounds A gallant Queen by Nature made none such A Prince whose worth Iames restles Trumpet sounds And Princesse she I cannot prayse too much A King a Queene a Prince a Princesse rare O Soyle what Soyle can with this Soyle compare 30 Then happie I le in this thy happie day Gods thundring voyee with harts relenting heare Whil'st heau'ns high Troopes theatred in array With sounding loy before Christs

Goe goe and make the skiruie world to yielde force Which trembling stoopes made feareful with thy Outsprede an host vpon ech forreigne fielde And from selfe pleasure doe they selfe diuorce 34 But stay my Muse recall this word of woe Thy selfe shall with thy second selfe abide The glorious issue of thy loynes shall goe His honor shall the proude earths honor hide 35 It 's he the florish of thy Princely prime It 's he that Kings are made for to adore It 's he bewayles the slow and tardy time It 's he that weepes there is not worlds in store 36 It 's he that with a greater Courage com's Than Godfrey did to sackt the Pagan Turke With Trūpets sounds with great noise of Drum's It 's wondrous hee will set this world on wourke 37 In his approach allegreat thy owne With mightie Musicke of a Martiall mirth Beholde thou mak'st great Neptunes pride be showne Adorning him with such a gorgeous birth 38 Let matchlesse marching-Castles with the winde In Armies strong and stately troopes forth shine Now let them goe as harbingers to finde Ech vnknowne Coast and tell them all is thine 39 Looke on that power that potent thou Commands In learned Militarie Art and how Thy eager-harted ventring Subiects stands Wayting that Gallant warriours word Goe tow 40 Then doe not stay Victorious Troph's to raise Let my Tryumphes through Sea and earth be spred When thou art dead high fame shall pen thy praise Of great renowne in volumes to be read 41 Thou Eagle thou looke not on base fowles winges Out-stretch thy owne and flye this world about Thou Lyon thou leaue beasts and hunt at Kinges From their vsurped dennes goe rouse them out 42 Prowde Valor for the vangard shall make strife And loftie sprights for Honor will aduance Let him be loath'd that loth's to loose his life Or in thy quarrell skornes to trye his chaunce 43 He will be first who dying liu'd to see This soyle thy right gouern'd with thy great grace And that blacke mist of vap'rous clowdes to flee Which long obscur'd the splendors of thy face 44 O when he heard thy peoples ioy proclame The righteous King in their exalting Cryes And when he heard them sound thy sacred Name He threw his hatte vp in the azure skies 45 On the Tow'rs toppe incarcerat he stood And said O rare and sweete exchange in deede Thou fleetst on Neptunes dutie-paying flood Hatte thou art lost and I haue gainde a heade 46 His Lady staide her sweete eyes siluer streames The hart-burst sighes which that deere dame did breath Thou with the radiāt brightnes of thy beames Expeld her woes and his vntimely death 47 Pittie in thee doth Pitties selfe surpasse With pittie heare thy peoples mourninge songes Looke in abuse as in a looking glasse Appease this plague of their pestif'rous wronges 48 With treasure rich and rare adorniug giftes Of Iustice ioynde with mercy both in one See how the worngde Complainer kneeling liftes His hands his eyes and sighes with martring mone 49 He saies O Sir I would to God thou sawe What numbers great Damn'd Vsurie doth kill The snakye Lawyer with vnlawfull lawe He suckes the hartblood of his Clients still 50 His hopelesse shiftes will promise very fayer And take their soule if that their soule were golde He robbes them first then drownes them in dispaire So poore mens right is to the rich men solde 51 To come to thee alas they 'r chokte with feare Some are put backe when kneeling on their knees Doe what they can before they get thy eare The bribrous Minion needes will haue his fees 52 He takes in hand ech sute both great or small And sweates they 'r sure yea to them surely lost For first he tryes the walue of them all And selles them quite to those that will giue most 53 When dayes weekes moneths and yeeres are spent he telles The Kinge will no waies graunt your sutes farewell This whorles the poore man in a hundred helles Both them and theirs to begge to robbe and steale 53 O Heau'ns what filthie Colors can I haue To painte such vgly Monsters in their kinde They flatter most when they would most deceaue There hony tonges stinges with a Vip'rous minde 34 It 's this vile Caterpillers Mischeifes-Nurse That fills thy Commons full of sad Complaintes Thou com'st to cure this strange consuming Curse At which I know thy ruthfull hart relents 55 I care not for the falty-ons enuie I know this Phisicke makes his soule to smart O that it could both make him Weepe and Crie Whil'st Conscience-worme eates vp his giltie hart 56 Spare not Reuenge God sends thee to redresse Long-suffring-greife and Rigor to remoue Treade down their heads that would the poore oppresse So shalt thou win and keepe thy peoples loue 57 Still may thy loue with their true loue be bought Still may thy Crown bring Crownes vpon thy Crown Still may thy worth with wond'rous worth be wrought Stil may renowne inrich thy rich renowne 51 Still maist thou reigne in happines and health And still mayst thou in being euer bee Belieue me Sir my loue is all my wealth And all that wealth I sacrifice to thee So only Loue hath giuen my Muse this flight And makes her come salute thy sacred sight FINIS Of a Bee De l' Ape ch' loprenai Dolce e Crudele Le ago nel Core Nella bocca La mele Madrigall Once did I see a sounding Bee Amongst her sweetned swarme still would shee flee and fauour me Then did I dread no harme Now whilst in Nectred-glory of her gaines Shee sitts and suckes the fayre well-florisht flower My sugred hopes are turn'd to bitter paines And lookt for-sweete is nothing elles but sower Ah cruell sweete Bee sweet and cure my smart Honny my mouth but doe not stinge my hart FINIS To the famous I le of Glorious Britannie 1 ON Parnasse hill whilst as I sit to sing Of stately ioy the streames that by me slides Sweet consort yeelds from the Castalean spring Whose murmure still in Siluer veines deuides Then intricate with courses to and fro They seeme to turne whil'st as with speed they go 2 The Muses scarse in circuit is sat downe When Laureat troopes comes kneeling mee before In humble show ech takes his Lawrell Crowne And sweares they shall this subiect all adore So am I forc'd by thee O wondrous worth In warbling notes sweete consorts to send forth 3 With nine-voyc'd mouth my Delphin song I sound Of all the world blest bee thou Brittaines Ile Thou onely thou within this mortall round On whom the Heau'ns haue lou'de so long to smile For Phanix-like thou hast renewde by kinde In getting that which lay for thee iushtinde 4 Thy present time doth winter-blast dispaire At force of Joy the barren branch decayes Long florish'd hope now fruitfull is and faire Whose lod'ued birth with burthen bowes the bayes So downeward tops inclining still below Such homage to their