Selected quad for the lemma: soul_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	blood_n	body_n	bread_n	13,356	5	8.3577	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06890	A godly medytacyon of the christen sowle, concerninge a loue towardes God and hys Christe, compyled in frenche by lady Margarete quene of Nauerre, and aptely translated into Englysh by the ryght vertuouse lady Elyzabeth doughter to our late souerayne Kynge Henri the. viij; Miroir de lâme pécherresse. English	Marguerite, Queen, consort of Henry II, King of Navarre, 1492-1549.; Bale, John, 1495-1563.; Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603.	1548 (1548)	STC 17320; ESTC S111990	38,308	98

so far fourth as I can perceyue I haue no hope of socour but through the grace of God that I can not deserue whych maye rayse euery one from deathe By hys bryghtnesse he geueth lyght to darkenesse And hys power examynynge my faulte doth breake all the vayle of ignoraunce and geueth me clere vnderstādynge not only that thys cometh of me but also what thynge abydeth in me Where I am and wherfor I do laboure Who he is whom I haue offended to whom I ded obeye so seldome Therfor it is cōuenyent that my pryde be suppressyd And humbly with wepynge harte I do confesse that I am moch lesse thā nothynge before my byrth myer after a dungehyll a body prompte to all euyll not wyllynge other stodye also subiect to care sorowe and payne A short lyfe and th ende vncertayne The whych vndre synne by Adam is solde and by the lawe iudged to be damnyd For I had neuer the power to obserue one only cōmaundemente of God I do fele the strength of synne in me therfor is my synne no whyt the lesse to be hydden And the more he is dyssembled outwardly so moche the more he encreasyth within the harte That whych God wyll I can not wyll and what he wolde not I ofte tymes desyre to perfourme Whych thynge doth constrayne me by importable sorowe to Wyshe th ende of thys myserable bodye through desyred death bycause of my werye ragynge life Who shall be he than that shall delyuer and recouer suche good for me Alas it can not be a mortall man for hys power and strength is not suche but it shall be the only good grace of the almyghty God whych is neuer slacke to preuent vs with hys mercye O what a master is that with our deseruynge any goodnesse of hym I serued hym slouthfully and without ceasynge offended hym euery daye yet is he not slacke in helpynge me He doth se the euyll that I haue what and how moche it is and that of my selfe I can do nothynge that good is but with hart and body so enclyned am I to the contrarye that I feale no strength in me onles it be for to do euyll He doth not tarry tyll I humbly praye hym or that seynge my helle dāpnacyon I do crye vpō hym For with hys sprete he maketh a waylynge in my harte greatter than I can declare whych asketh the gyfte wherof the vertu is vnknowen to my lytele power And thys the same vnknowne syghte doth brynge me a newe desyre shewynge the good that I haue lost by my synne gyuē me agayne through hys grace boūtye that whych hath ouercomē all synne O my lorde what grace and goodnesse is thys whych doth put out so manye synnes Now maye we se that thu art full of all godly loue to make me of a synner thy seruaūt chyelde Alas my God I ded not seke the but I fled rāne awaye frō the. And here beneth thu camyst to me whych am nothynge but a worme of the earthe all naked What do I saye worme I do hym wrōge that am so naughtye swarme so full of pryde deceyte malyce treason The promyse whych my fryndes made whā I was baptysed is such that I alwayes through faythe in thy passyō shuld fele the mortyfycacyō of my fleshe dwelle alwayes with the ī the crosse where thu wert fast nayled as I beleue and yelded death dead as I also shuld yelde all synne Thys haue I often tymes taken downe agayne vntyed and set at large I haue broken denyed and falsyfyed my promyse through pryde I haue lyft vp my wyll in suche a maner that through slouth my dewtye towardes the was forgoten And that moche more is as wele the profyte or value of thy promyse whych I had of the in the daye of my baptysme as also thy sauynge loue and promyses folowynge I haue all alyke neglected What shall I saye more Albeit that often tymes thu perceyuynge me wretched and vnhappye hast geuē me so many warnynges in fayth and in sacramētes admonyshynge me by preachynges and confortynge me by the recayuynge of thy worthye bodye and sacred bloude promysynge also to put me in the nombre of them that are now adourned with perfyght innocencye Yet haue I all these hygh benefyghtes throwne into forgetfullnesse Often tymes haue I with the broken couenaunte Aud partly for that my poore sowle was to moche fed with euyll breade or dāpnable doctryne of hypocrytes I despysed such socoure and ghostly physyck in Gods worde as wolde haue holpe me And if I had bene wyllynge to loke for it yet knewe I at that tyme no teachers cōuenyent For there is neyther man saynte nor Angell for whome the harte of a synner without thy sprete wyll change Alas good Iesus thu beholdynge my blyndenesse and that at my neade I coulde haue no socour of men dedyst open the waye of my saluacyon O how great is the goodnesse and how inestymable the swetnesse whych thu hast shewed therin Is there any father so naturall to the daughter or brother to the syster whych wolde euer haue done as he hath done For he came into the helle to socour my sowle where agaynst hys wyll she was intendynge to haue peryshed because she ded not loue Alas swete lorde thn hast loued her yea to the very outshedynge of thy most precyouse bloude O charyte feruent and incōparable Not slacke art thu in loue that so louest euery synner yea and also thyne enemyes not only in forgeuynge their offences but also in geuynge thy selfe for their saluacyon lybertie and delyueraunce to the death crosse trauayle payne and sufferaunce Whan I cast in mynde what shnlde be the occasyō of thy loue towardes me I can se nothynge els but a loue wonderfull whych moueth th● to geue me that I can not deserue Than my God as farre fourth as I can se I ought to geue no thākes for my saluacyon but only vnto the to whome I owe the prayse ther of as to hym whych is my sauyour creatoure What a thynge is it that thu hast done so moche for me Thu art not only contented to haue forgyuen me my synnes but also hast gyuē vnto me the ryght fortunate gifte of grace For it shulde snffyse me I cōmynge out of suche a daunger to be lyke a straunger vsed But thu dost handle my sowle if I durst so saye it as a mother daughter syster and wyfe I lorde I am the trespaser whych am not worthy to come nere the dore of thy ryght hygh place to aske breade where thy dwellynge is O what grace is thys that so sodenly thu vouchesauyst to drawe my sowle in to suche hyghnesse that she felyth herselfe ruler of my bodye She poore ignoraunte and lame doth fynde her selfe wyth the ryche wyse and stronge because thu hast written in her harte the roote of thy sprete