The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 25 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 0.74 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Yea, burn him weal friar, and let him no longer reign, Say on green fagotes, to put him to the more pain. By the mess I laugh, to see how this gear doth work He is like of them, to have no more grace than a turke, For such knaves they are, as a man shall not lightly find, And take hell over. Companions they are to my mind My business all, is now at a good conclusion, That I have here brought, these. iij. laws to confusion Now shall I be able, to live here peaceably, And make frowlyke cheer, with hay how fryska Iolye. The law of Nature, I kest first in a lepry. By the secret help, of idolatry and sodomy. The law of Moses, I made a crypple blind, Avarice & ambition, to help me were not behind And now Christ's law, I have brent for heresy, By help of false doctrine, & my cousin hypocrisy, On these same. iij. laws, all other laws depend, And can not prevail, now these are at an end. If christian governors, do not these laws uphold, Their civil ordinances, will soon be very cold. Well, this valiant George, hath made them all to stoop Cheer now may I make, & set cock on the hoop. Fill in all the pots, and bid me welcome hostess, And go call me hither, mine own sweet mynyon Bess QVid gloriaris in malicia? qui potens es in iniquitate. Thu vengeable wretch, replete with poison and vice, Why dost thu thus rejoice, in cruelty and malice? thinkest thu that God sleepeth, & will not his defend And that thy mischief, shall never have an end? The blood of innocentes, to him for vengeance call And therefore this hour. must I fiercely upon the fall Thu spirit of the air, I straightly conjure the here. By panton & Craton, and charge the to come no near. thinkest thu to stop me, with thy foolish conjuration Whom God sendeth hither, for thy abomination? What art thu called? thy name to me rehearse. I am vindicta Dei, in ponnyshment most fierce, With water, with sword, and with fire I must the pierce. Be good in thy office, and thu shalt have money and meat. By filthy rewards, thu cannyst not me entreat, But that I will do, as God hath me commanded. For if worldly gifts, my fury might have changed. The universal world, had not been drowned with water, Nor Sodom and Gomor, with so fiery fearful matter. Nor yet the Israelytes, with terror of the sword, With hunger and pestilence, in the anger of God's word. Pharaoh in Egipte, the plagues had never felt, Might I have been stopped, for silver or for gelte. Into Egipte I brought, ten terrible ponnyshmentes Upon the people for breaking his commandments Their wholesome waters, I turned into blood, I multiplied frogs, to poison therewith their fond
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Yea, burne hym wele fryre, and lete hym no longer raygne, Laye on grene fagotes, to put hym to the more payne. By the messe I laugh, to se how thys gere doth wurke He is lyke of thē, to haue no more grace than a turke, For soch knaues they are, as a man shall not lyghtly fynde, And take hell ouer. Companyōs they are to my mynde My busynesse all, is now at a good conclusyon, That I haue here brought, these. iij. lawes to cōfusyon Now shall I be able, to lyue here peaceablye, And make frowlyke chere, with hey how fryska Iolye. The lawe of Nature, I kest first in a leprye. By the secrete helpe, of ydolatrye and sodomye. The lawe of Moses, I made a crypple blynde, Auaryce & Ambycyon, to helpe me were not behynde And now Christes lawe, I haue brent for heresye, By helpe of false doctryne, & my cosyne hypocresye, On these same. iij. lawes, all other lawes depende, And can not preuayle, now these are at an ende. If christen gouerners, do not these lawes vpholde, Their cyuyle ordynaūces, wyll sone be very colde. Well, thys valeaūt George, hath made them all to stoupe Cheare now maye I make, & set cocke on the houpe. Fyll in all the pottes, and byd me welcome hostesse, And go call me hyther, myne owne swete mynyō Besse QVid gloriaris in malicia? qui potens es in iniquitate. Thu vengeable wretche, replete with poyson and vyce, Why doest thu thus reioyce, in crueltie and malyce? Thynkest thu that God slepeth, & wyll not hys defēde And that thy myschefe, shall neuer haue an ende? The bloude of innocentes, to hym for vengeaūce call And therfor thys houre. must I fearcely vpō the fall Thu sprete of the ayre, I strayghtly coniure the here. By panton & Craton, and charge the to com no nere. Thynkest thu to stoppe me, with thy folysh cōiuracyon Whom God sendeth hyther, for thy abhomynacyon? What art thu called? thy name to me rehearce. I am vindicta Dei, in pōnyshment most fearce, With water, with swerde, and with fyre I must the pearce. Be good in thy offyce, and thu shalt haue moneye and meate. By fylthy rewardes, thu cannyst not me intreate, But that I wyll do, as God hath me commaunded. For if worldly gyftes, my furye myght haue changed. The vnyuersall worlde, had not bene drowned with water, Nor Sodome and Gomor, with so fyery fearfull matter. Nor yet the Israelytes, with terrour of the sworde, With hungre and pestylence, in the anger of Gods worde. Pharao in Egipte, the plages had neuer felte, Myght I haue bene stopped, for syluer or for gelte. Into Egipte I brought, ten terryble pōnyshmentes Vpon the people for breakynge hys commaūdemētes Their wholsom waters, I tourned into bloude, I multyplyed frogges, to poysō therwith their fonde