The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 2 of 30
Bale, John · published 1562 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Why dost thou me blaspheme And so ungodly dame? For by this blessed book I wend ye had been a Cook And that made me so bold, For a Cook ones, having age With a face demure and sage And ancient to behold. As you have here in place With a beard upon your face What is he but a Cook old? Ye are disposed to dally. To leap and oversallye The compass of your wit I counsel ye yet in season Somewhat to follow reason And gnaw upon the bit. Then after our great madness Let us fall to some sadness And tell me what ye intend. God sent me unto Man To do the best I can To cause him to amend. Such creatures as want reason My rules obey each season And that in everyborder The son and moan doth move With the other bodies above And never break their order. The trees and herbs doth grow The sea doth ebb and flow And varieth not a nail The floods and wholesome springs With other natural things Their course do never fail. The beasts and birds engender So do the fishes tender 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 cosynto a friar And on the gall ye rub Ye say they follow your law And vary 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 planets influence Ariseth the pestilence. To many one's decay. Doth not the sea forage That none can it assuage, And swallow in town and street The air which giveth breath Someyme infecteth to death By his most pestilent heat. The beasts of undemure Which were left to man's cure Will him sometime devour Thus are you rulers 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 kept them under awe By your 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?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why doest thou me blaspheme And so vngodly deme? For by this blessed boke I wende ye had ben a Cooke And that made me so bolde, For a Cooke ones, hauynge age With a face demure and sage And auncyent to beholde. As you haue here in place With a bearde vpon your face What is he but a Cooke olde? Ye are dysposed to dallye. To leape and ouersallye The compasse of your wytte I counsayle ye yet in season Somwhat to folowe reason And gnawe vpon the bytte. Then after our great madnesse Let vs fall to some sadnesse And tell me what ye entende. God sent me vnto Man To do the best I can To cause hym to amende. Suche creatures as want reason My rules obeye eche season And that in eueryborder The sonne and mone doth moue With the other bodyes aboue And neuer breke theyr order. The trees and herbes doth growe The sea doth ebbe and flowe And varyeth not a nayle The floodes and wholsom sprynges With other naturall thynges Theyr course do neuer fayle. The beastes and byrdes engender So do the fyshes tender Accordynge to theyr kynde Alonely man doth fall From good lawes naturall By a frowarde wycked mynde. Nowe wyll I proue ye a lyar Next cosynto a fryar And on the gall ye rubbe Ye saye they folowe your lawe And varye not a strawe, Whiche is a tale of a tubbe. The sunne ones in the clyppes Awaye the clearenes slyppes And darkened is the daye Of the planettes influence Aryseth the pestylence. To many ones decaye. Doth not the sea sorage That none can it aswage, And swallowe in towne and streate The ayre whiche gyueth breath Someyme infecteth to death By his most pestylent heate. The beastes of vndemure Whiche were lefte to mannes cure Wyll hym somtyme deuoure Thus are you rulers forgote As thynges of slendre note In Creatures daye and houre. It is the wyll of God To vse them as a rod Of his iust punysshment Whan Man doth not regarde The lorde nor his rewarde Nor to his lawes consent. They neuer are so ronnysh But whan God doth Man ponnysh For his vnhappynesse From God they neuer fall. Nor from lawes naturall Doynge his busynesse. And you are the same lawe That kept them vnder awe By your most polytyke wytte? God hath appoynted me Mankynde to ouerse And in his harte to syt To teache hym for to knowe In the Creatures hyghe and lowe His gloryous maiestie And on his name to call, Or power celestiall, In his necessytie. To thynke hym euerlasynge And wonderfull in workynge And that he createth all Both gouerne and conserue From them he neuer swerue That to suche fayth wyll fall. In dede here is good sporte. But why do you resorte Unto this present place?