The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 24 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 0.78 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Then give me a bell, for I will be an other. O damnable leading, of babylonical sodomytes, Yourselves ye declare, to be shameful hypocrites. Lord pity thy people, and take away these guides, These scorners, these robbers, these cruel homicides Soch prophets are they, as God ded never send, As Hieremy saith, they damnable ways pretend. Woe hypocrites woe, for here ye trifle and mock, With christian people, & the kingdom of heaven uplocke Ye count it a game, to lose that Christ hath bought, With his precious blood. & here most dearly sought Oh ye are wretches, and pestilent Antichrist's, ministers of Dagon, and most deceitful papystes. Like ravenous wolves, poor widows ye devour, By tittle of prayer, eternal damnation is your, Your own dreams ye follow, but matter much more weighty, Ye do not esteem, as judgement, faith, and mercy. Woe pharysees woe, ye make clean outwardly, But inwards ye are full, of covetousness & bawdry, Painted tombs are ye, a pryenge right beautiful, But within ye stink, & have thoughts very shameful Ye slew the prophets, your doings yet bear witness, How think ye to avoid, that point of unrighteousness? Oh raging serpents, and vyperouse generation, How can ye escape, the danger of damnation? Who made the so bold, to meddle within my cure? And teach new learning? An heretic art thu sure? If due search were made, we should find thee (I think) no priest. Yes, anointed of God, but no popish Antichrist. let me see, where are, the letters of thy orders? Where Christ his self is, & not in these same borders No such priest am I, as is anointed with only, But the holy Ghost, for I am non of this soil. Here I attach thee, for a busy schismatic. And will the accuse, for an heinous heretic. Say hands upon him, & deprive him of this apparel. Loo, thus will I handle, all them that shall take thy quarrel Hold away with this gear, & lay it fourth a side. Nay, tarry brother mine, for away shalt thu not slide I am not going, why dost thu slander me? Burn him to ashes, and show to him no pity. Brent shall he not be, if he will no more do so. Fellawe how sayest thu? wilt thou here abjure or no? I will neither abjure, nor yet recant God's glory. I offered the reason, and thereto thou wilt not apply, We'll get the forward, for thu shalt sure die. The temporal power, shall judge the to the fire, At our accusement, and holy religious desire. Though you for my sake, imprison men cruelly, famish them, stock them, & them with fagotesfrye Hurt me ye shall not for I can never die, And they foy my sake, shall live perpetually. Here is a prating, with a very vengeance hens. This horrible heretic, now shall we well recompense
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Then geue me a belle, for I wyll be an other. O dampnable leadynge, of Babylonicall sodomytes, Your selues ye declare, to be shamefull hypocrytes. Lorde pytie thy people, and take awaye these gydes, These scorners, these robbers, these cruell homycydes Soch prophetes are they, as God ded neuer sende, As Hieremy sayth, they dampnable wayes pretende. Wo hypocrytes wo, for here ye tryfle and mocke, With christen people, & the kyngedō of heauē vplocke Ye counte it a game, to lose that Christ hath bought, With hys precyouse bloud. & here most derely sought Oh ye are wretches, and pestylent Antichristes, Mynysters of Dagon, and most deceytfull papystes. Lyke rauenouse wolues, poore wydowes ye deuoure, By tyttle of prayer, eternall dāpnacyon is youre, Your owne dreames ye folowe, but matter moch more wayghtye, Ye do not esteme, as iudgemēt, faythe, and mercye. Wo pharysees wo, ye make cleane outwardlye, But inwardes ye are full, of couetousnesse & baudrye, Paynted tumbes are ye, a pryenge ryght bewtyfull, But within ye stynke, & haue thoughtes very hamefull Ye slewe the prophetes, your doynges yet beare wytnesse, How thynke ye to auoyde, that poynt of vnryghteousnesse? Oh ragynge serpētes, and vyperouse generacyon, How can ye escape, the daunger of dampnacyon? Who made the so bolde, to medle within my cure? And teache newe lernynge? An heretyke art thu sure? If due serch were made, we shuld fynde the (I thynke) no pryst. Yes, anoynted of God, but no popysh Antichrist. Lete me se, where are, the letters of thy orders? Where Christ hys self is, & not in these same borders No soch pryst am I, as is anoynted with olye, But the holy Gost, for I am non of thys soyle. Here I attache the, for a busye scysmatyke. And wyll the accuse, for an haynouse heretyke. Laye handes vpon hym, & depryue hym of thys aparell. Loo, thus wyll I hādle, all thē yt shall take thy quarell Holde awaye with thys gere, & laye it fourth a syde. Naye, tarry brother myne, for away shalt thu not slyde I am not goynge, why doest thu slaunder me? Burne hym to ashes, and shewe to hym no pytie. Brent shall he not be, if he wyll no more do so. Fellawe how sayst thu? wylt thu here abiure or no? I wyll neyther abiure, nor yet recant Gods glorye. I offered the reason, and therto thu wylt not applye, Wele get the forewarde, for thu shalt sure dye. The temporall power, shall iudge the to the fyre, At our accusement, and holy relygyouse desyre. Though yow for my sake, impryson men cruellye, Famysh them, stocke them, & them with fagotesfrye Hurt me ye shall not for I can neuer dye, And they foy my sake, shall lyue perpetuallye. Here is a pratynge, with a very vengeaunce hens. Thys horryble heretyke, now shall we well recompens