The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 5 of 30
Bale, John · published 1548 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.76 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
The beasts and birds engender, So do the fishes tendre, According to their kind alonely man doth fall, From good laws natural, By a froward wicked mind. Now will I prove ye a liar, Next cousin to a friar, And on the gall ye rub. Ye say thy follow your law, And varyee not a straw, Which is a tale of a tub/ The sun once in the clyppes Away the clearness slips And darkened is the day, Of the planetee influence, Ariseth the pestilence. To many one's decay, Doth not the see so rage, That none can it assuage, And swellowe in town and street? The air which giveth breath, sometime infecteth to death, By his most pestilent heat. The beasts oft undemure, Which were left to man's cure, Will him sometime devour. Thus are your rules forgot, As things of slender note, In creatures day and hour, It is the will of God, To use them as a rod, Of his just punishment. When Man doth not regard, The lord nor his reward, Nor to his laws consent. They never are so ronnysh, But when God doth Man punish. For his unhappiness. From God they never fall, Nor from laws natural, Doing his business. And you are the same law, That keep them under awe, By yovy most politic wit? God hath appointed me, Mankind to oversee, And in his heart to sit. To teach him, for to know, In the creatures high and low, His glorious majesty, And on his name to call, Or power celestial, In his necessity, To think him everlasting, And wonderful in working, And that he createth all, Both govern and conserve. From them he never swerve, That to such faith will fall. In deed here is good sport. But why do you resort, Unto this present place? Man always to exhort, To seek all health and comfort, Of the only God of grace. First in the hearts rejoice, And than with open voice, To worship him alone. Knowledging his deyte, His power and eternyte. When he shall make his moan▪ I shall keep ye as well from that, As my grandam kept her cat, From licking of her cream. What wilt thu keep me fro? Tell me ere thu farther go, Me think thu art in a dream. From causing of Mankind. To give to God his mind, Or his obedience. What is thy name? tell me. Marry infidelity, Which never will agree, To your benevolence. Thu cannyst not keep me from man. Yet will I do the best I can. To trouble ye now and than. That ye shall not prevail. I will cause idolatry. And most vile sodomy, To work so on graciously, Ye shall of your purpose fail. I defy the wicked find, With thy whole venomous find, God putteth now in my mind, To flee thy company. Ye are so blessed a Saint, And yourself so weal can paint, That I must me acquaint, With you no remedy. Avoid thu cruel enemy, I will none of the truly, But shurne thy company, As I would the devil of hell.
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The beastes and byrdes engendre, So do the fyshes tendre, Accordynge to their kynde Alonlye man doth fall, From good lawes naturall, By a frowarde wycked mynde. Now wyll I proue ye a lyar, Next cosyne to a fryar, And on the gall ye rubbe. Ye saye thy folowe your lawe, And varyee not a strawe, Whych is a tale of a tubbe / The sunne ones in the clyppes Awaye the clerenesse slyppes And darkened is the daye, Of the planetee influence, Aryseth the pestylence. To manye ones decaye, Doth not the see so rage, That non can it aswage, And swellowe in towne and streate? The ayre whych geueth breathe, Sumtyme infecteth to deathe, By hys most pestylent heate. The beastes oft vndemure, Whych were left to mannys cure, Wyll hym sumtyme deuoure. Thus are your rules forgote, As thynges of slendre note, In creatures daye and houre, It is the wyll of God, To vse them as a rod, Of hys iust ponnyshment. Whan Man doth not regarde, The lorde nor hys rewarde, Nor to hys lawes consent. They neuer are so ronnysh, But when God doth Man ponnysh. For hys vnhappynesse. From God they neuer fall, Nor from lawes naturall, Doynge hys busynesse. And yow are the same lawe, That kepe them vndre awe, By youy most polytyke wytt? God hath appoynted me, Mankynde to ouerse, And in hys hart to sytt. To teache hym, for to knowe, In the creatures hygh and lowe, Hys gloryouse mageste, And on hys name to call, Or power celestyall, In hys necessyte, To thynke hym euerlastynge, And wonderfull in workynge, And that he createth all, Both gouerne and conserue. From them he neuer swerue, That to soch fayth wyll fall. In dede here is good sport. But why do yow resort, Vnto thys present place? Man alwayes to exhort, To seke all helth and confort, Of the only God of grace. First in the hartes reioyce, And than with open voyce, To worshypp hym alone. Knowledgynge hys deyte, Hys power and eternyte. Whan he shall make hys mone▪ I shall kepe ye as well from that, As my grandame kept her cat, From lyckynge of her creame. What wylt thu kepe me fro? Tell me ere thu farther go, Me thynke thu art in a dreame. From causynge of Mankynde. To geue to God hys mynde, Or hys obedyence. What is thy name? tell me. Marry Infydelyte, Whych neuer wyll agre, To your benyuolence. Thu cannyst not kepe me from man. Yet wyll I do the best I can. To trouble ye now and than. That ye shall not preuayle. I wyll cause ydolatrye. And most vyle sodomye, To worke so on gracyouslye, Ye shall of your purpose fayle. I defye the wycked fynde, With thy whole venemouse fynde, God putteth now in my mynde, To fle thy cumpanye. Ye are so blessed a Saynt, And your self so wele can paynt, That I must me acquaynt, With yow no remedye. Auoyde thu cruell enemye, I wyll non of the trulye, But shurne thy cumpanye, As I wolde the deuyll of hell.