The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 20 of 30
Bale, John · published 1548 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.73 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Ioannes Cremons', an other good cardinal, For reformation of the clergy spiritual, Came once into England, to damn priests matrimony. And the next night after, was taken doing bytcherye. E●fius also, which fiercely came to dispute, In lipsia with luther, minding there him to confute For marriage of priests, three children had that year. By this may ye see that sometime we make merry cheer. Marry that ye do, I shall bear ye record now. But how will ye answer, for breaking of your vow? We never break vow, so long as we do not marry, Though we in whoredom, be never so bold & busy. By your order than, ye may walk much at large. What hast thu hypocrisy? to lay for thy discharge. Saint Frances habit, with the holy girdle & whode, Non can go to hell, that therein die by the road, In case saint Frances, be sure upon their side, Else may they fortune, to be of their purpose wide. For I read of one, that should have gone to the devil But the spretes of hell, could do to him none evil. Till saint Frances came, & took from him his cowl, Then went he to hell, the fryres ded hear him howl. I will therefore serve, S. Frances with heart & mind With daily memories, that he may be my friend. And than I care not, for all the devils in hell, That I have told you, is more true than the Gospel. Then are ye more sure, than monks for your heritage, For their lands are here, but ye claim heaven for advantage. Yet is it to them a very pleasant thing, Their abbot at home, to be called lord and king. Nay, monk and churl, for here is no king butone. If he be a king. his mace is a marry bone, Any his crown a cow torde. Soch knaves as come from the carr, Must be called kings, for playing a popish part, It become not thee, the romish pope so to lurch. considering he is, the highest of the church. If he be the highest, than is he the wether cock, Ah, now I perceive, thu art disposed to mock, Of all holy church, he is the principal head. Marry that is true, he sendeth out bulls under lead And he hath two keys, the one to open hell, The other speareth heaven, thus do new heretics tell They report also, that dogs have no devotion, To his holy laws, not to his old instruction. Why should dogs hate him? make that more evident. They love no peses porrege, nor yet read herrings in lent, Stock fish nor oysters, but curse him body and bone, And would his read sprottes, & rottenfysh were gone Tush, I hear them I, and that maketh me full sad. Either thu dost mock, or else thou art sure mad. I hear the people, complain very much of the.
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Ioannes Cremons, an other good Cardynall, For reformacyon of the clergye spyrituall, Came ones into Englāde, to dāpne prestes matrymonye. And the next nyght after, was takē doynge bytcherye. Efius also, whych fearcely came to dyspute, In lipsia with luther, myndynge there hym to cōfute For marryage of prestys, thre chyldren had that yeare. By thys maye ye se that sūtyme we make mery cheare. Marry that ye do, I shall beare ye recorde now. But how wyll ye answere, for breakynge of your vow? We neuer breake vowe, so longe as we do not marrye, Though we in whoredome, be neuer so bolde & busye. By your order than, ye maye walke moch at large. What hast thu hypocresye? to laye for thy dyscharge. Saynt Frāces habyte, with the holy gyrdle & whode, Non can go to helle, that therin dye by the rode, In case saynt Frances, be sure vpon their syde, Els maye they fortune, to be of their purpose wyde. For I reade of one, that shuld haue gone to the deuyll But the spretes of helle, coulde do to hym non euyll. Tyll saynt Frances came, & toke frō hym hys cowle, Then went he to helle, the fryres ded heare hym howle. I wyll therfor serue, S. Frances with hart & mynde With dayly memoryes, that he maye be my frynde. And than I care not, for all the deuyls in hell, That I haue tolde yow, is more true than the Gospel. Then are ye more sure, thā monkes for your heretage, For their landes are here, but ye clayme heauen for aduauntage. Yet is it to them a very plesaunt thynge, Their abbot at home, to be called lorde and kynge. Naye, monke and chorle, for here is no kynge butone. If he be a kynge. hys mace is a mary bone, Any hys crowne a cow torde. Soch knaues as come from the carr, Must be called kynges, for playenge a popysh part, It become not the, the Romyshe pope so to lurche. Consyderynge he is, the hyghest of the churche. If he be the hyghest, than is he the wether cocke, Ah, now I perceyue, thu art dysposed to mocke, Of all holy churche, he is the pryncypall heade. Marry that is true, he sendeth out bulles vndre lead And he hath two keyes, the one to open hell, The other speareth heauen, thus do newe heretykes tel They report also, that dogges haue no deuocyō, To hys holy lawes, not to hys olde instruccyon. Why shuld dogges hate hym? make that more euydent. They loue no pese porrege, nor yet reade hearynges in lent, Stock fysh nor oysters, but curse hym body and bone, And wolde hys reade sprottes, & rottēfysh were gone Tush, I heare them I, and that maketh me full sad. Eyther thu doest mock, or els thu art sure mad. I heare the people, complayne very moch of the.