The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 23 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 0.75 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
In his first chapter, this horrible sentence is, Quis haec frustranea quaesivit de manibus vestris. Who hath required, of you such sacrifice? In vain offer you, that uncommanded service. Your incense to me, is great abomination, I fore abhor it, and much detest your fashion. When ye pray to me, I give ye non attendance, But avert my face (saith God) & my countenance. By this ye may see, that the lord doth not regard, Your mangy muttering, neyher grant it any reward No man willeth Paul, to speak in the congregation In a strange language, without interpretation. In your latin hours, the flock do ye not consider, But declare yourselves, to be Romish all together. Be not led about (saith Paul) by any strange learning, What else is your doctrine, but a blind popish thing? He testifieth also, Non enim ut baptizarem, Misit me Christus, sed ut evangelizarem. Christ hath not me sent, that I should baptize, saith Paul. But to preach his word, to the comfort of man's soul. Loo, though baptism be, a thing very necessary, Yet must it give place, to God's word, no remedy. Why than prefer ye, your draffysh ceremonies? To the gospel preaching▪ O damnable injuries. Why suffer ye him, to prattle here so long? Get the hens shortly, or with the it will be wrong. Peace be here & God, Mastre doctor, by your leave, That I may declare, a pardon here in my sleeve. Of our lady of Boston, Ingham, and saint Iohannes frarye, With the indulgence of blessed saint Antonye. We'll, take thy pleasure, and do it hardly. Sir he doth me wroge for this day it is my nacyon. To preach my brotherhood, & gather my limitation Who first speak first speed, step fourth and read thy pardon, And when he hath done, your course is father warden What course appoint ye, for preaching of the Gospel I would thy Gospel, & thu were both now in hell. Why, & shall this baggage, put by the word of God? Thu wilt not be answered, till thu feel a sharper rod. Good christian people, I am come hither verily, As a true poctour, of the house of saint Antonye. Of clean remission, I have brought ye indulgence, A pena & culpa, for all your sin and offence. By the authority, of pope Leo & pope Clement, Pope Bonyface, pope Pius, pope Iohan & pope Innocent. And here I bless ye, with a wing of the holy Ghost. From thunder to save ye, & from spretes in every coost. Lo, here is a bell, to hang upon your hog, And save your cattle, from the biting of a dog. So many as will come, to this holy fraternity, Come pay your money, & ye shall have letters of me let me have a letter, for I will be a brother.
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In hys first chaptre, thys horryble sentence is, Quis haec frustranea quaesiuit de manibus uestris. Who hath requyred, of yow soch sacryfyce? In vayne offer yow, that vncōmaunded seruyce. Your incense to me, is great abhomynacyon, I fore abhorre it, and moch detest your fashyon. Whan ye praye to me, I geue ye non attendaunce, But auert my face (sayth God) & my coūtenaunce. By thys ye maye se, that the lorde doth not regarde, Your māgy mutterynge, neyher graūt it any rewarde No mā wylleth Paule, to speake in the congregacyon In a straunge language, without interpretacyon. In your latyne houres, the flocke do ye not consydre, But declare your selues, to be Romysh all togydre. Be not led about (sayth Paule) by any straunge lernynge, What els is your doctryne, but a blynde popysh thynge? He testyfyeth also, Non enim vt baptizarem, Misit me Christus, sed ut euangelizarem. Christ hath not me sent, that I shuld baptyse, sayth Paule. But to preach hys worde, to the confort of mannys sowle. Loo, though baptyme be, a thynge very necessarye, Yet must it geue place, to Gods worde, no remedye. Why than preferre ye, your draffysh ceremonyes? To the Gospell preachynge▪ O dampnable iniuryes. Why suffer ye hym, to pratle here so longe? Get the hens shortly, or with the it wyll be wronge. Peace be here & God, Mastre doctour, by your leaue, That I maye declare, a pardone here in my sleue. Of our lady of Boston, Ingham, and saynt Iohannes frarye, With the indulgence of blessyd saynt Antonye. Wele, take thy pleasure, and do it hardelye. Syr he doth me wroge for thys daye it is my acyon. To preache my brotherhede, & gather my lymytacyon Who first speake first spede, steppe fourth and reade thy pardon, And whan he hath done, your course is father wardē What course appoynt ye, for preachyng of the Gospel I wolde thy Gospell, & thu were both now in hell. Why, & shall thys baggage, put by the word of God? Thu wylt not be answered, tyll thu fele a sharper rod. Good christen people, I am come hyther verelye, As a true poctour, of the howse of saynt Antonye. Of cleane remyssyon, I haue brought ye indulgence, A pena & culpa, for all your synne and offence. By the auctoryte, of pope Leo & pope Clement, Pope Bonyface, pope Pius, pope Iohan & pope Innocent. And here I blesse ye, with a wynge of the holy Ghost. Frō thonder to saue ye, & frō spretes in euery coost. Lo, here is a belle, to hange vpon your hogge, And saue your cattell, from the bytynge of a dogge. So many as wyll come, to thys holy fraternyte, Come paye your moneye, & ye shall haue letters of me Lete me haue a letter, for I wyll be a brother.