Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Alas I lament to hear the report, Which of us citizens in every place is spread: It is not long since I came from the court, Where I would have been glad to have hid my head. With the spoil of the simple, there they say were fed, So that for the covetous greediness, which some citizens use, A shameful ill report to the whole ensues. But I must needs confess some among us there be, For whose sakes the whole number beareth great blame: They abuse themselves so, towards every degree, As man without reason, and past worldly shame, Neither regard they their own, nor their ill name. So they may have the chassy treasure of the world, They pass not both with God and man to be abhorred. There is no time nor place, that they will forbear, When any of their help hath most need: Then shall he pay treble for his money or ware, Or else of them he is not like to speed. They nothing regard his poverty or need, But who is it which yonder doth stand? Holding the Sword of Policy in his hand, Most certain I am, that face I should know, Sir is not your name Christianity? Yes undoubtedly, my name is so, As you are faithful few embracer of verity. And shall the Sword of Policy, by Christianity be borne, Truly that is contrary to your nature and kind: Now are you deformed like a thing forlorn, Which maketh me suspect, of me in my mind. Oh Faithful few, of me have no doubt, I am Christianity, though thus deformed: And though thus abused, by the great rout, Yet by God I trust, my title shallbe turned. By the power of God I will not delay, To turn this title most untrue and feigned, And I will endue thee, and that straight way, With such weapons, as Saint Paul hath ordained. Alas in vain this pain you do take, For as you few, So the power is but small that you can make, To resist the greedy great ones, who are against you. Si Deus nobiscum, quis contranos, If God be with us, who may us resist, Weigh not then the number, but weigh his purpose, Who ruleth all things, as himself doth lift. I know how Greediness, with the great part is used, Their pilling, polling, pinching and spoiling: How both the simple and others, with them are abused, They live by the fruits of other men's toiling. But God is not dead, neither is he asleep, Although for a time his hand he doth hold: Yet doth he remember his little sheep, And will revenge the wrong done to his fold. Let them say what they will, do thou as I told thee, Trust thou not to any knave of them all: Not a Preacher of them all, in thy need will uphold thee, Try them who will, their devotion is small.
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¶Alas I lament to heare the report, Which of vs cittizens in euery place is spread: It is not long synce I came from the court, Where I would haue bene glad to haue hid my head. With the spoyle of the symple, there they say were fed, So that for the couetous gréedines, which some cittizens vse, A shamefull ill reporte to the whole ensues. But I must néedes confesse some among vs there be, For whose sakes the whole number beareth great blame: They abuse themselues so, towardes euery degrée, As man without reason, and past wordly shame, Neither regard they their owne, nor their ill name. So they may haue the chassy treasure of the world, They passe not both with God and man to be abhord. There is no time nor place, that they will forbeare, When any of their helpe hath moste néede: Then shall he pay treble for his money or ware, Or else of them he is not like to spéede. They nothing regard his pouerty or néede, But who is it which yonder doth stand? Holding the Sword of Pollicy in his hand, Moste certayne I am, that face I should know, Syr is not your name Christianity? ¶Yes vndoubtedly, my name is so, As you are faythfull few imbraser of verity. ¶And shall the Sword of Pollicy, by Christianity be borne, Truely that is contrary to your nature and kinde: Now are you deformed like a thing forlorne, Which maketh me suspect, of me in my minde. ¶Oh Faythfull fewe, of me haue no doubt, I am Christianity, though thus deformed: And though thus abused, by the great route, Yet by God I trust, my tytle shalbe turned. ¶By the power of God I wil not delay, To turne this tytle most vntrue and fayned, And I will indue thée, and that straight way, With such weapons, as Saynt Paule hath ordayned. ¶Alas in vayne this payne take, For as you few, So the power is but small that you can make, To resist the greedy great ones, who are agaynst you. ¶Si Deus nobiscum, quis contranos, If God be with vs, who may vs resist, Weigh not then the number, but weigh his purpose, Who ruleth all thinges, as himselfe doth lift. I know how Gréedinesse, with the great part is vsed, Their pilling, pouling, pinching and spoyling: How both the simple and others, with them are abused, They liue by the fruites of other mens toyling. But God is not dead, neyther is he asleepe, Although for a time his hand he doth hold: Yet doth he remember his little shéepe, And will reuenge the wrong done to his folde. ¶Let them say what they wil, doe thou as I told thée, Trust thou not to any knaue of them all: Not a Preacher of them all, in thy néede will vphold thée, Try them who will, their deuotion is small.