The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 3 of 30
Bale, John · published 1562 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.69 · 518 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Man always to exhort To seek all health and comfort, Of the only God of grace. First in the hearts rejoice And than with open voice To worship him alone Knowledging his deity His power and eternytie When he shall make his moan. I shall keep ye as well from that As my grandam kept her cat From licking of her cream. What wilt thou keep me fro? Tell me ere thou farther go Me think thou art in a dream. From causing of Mankind To give to God his mind Or his obedience. What is thy name? tell me. Marye infidelity Which never will agree To your benevolence. Thou canst not keep me from man. Yet I will do the best I can To trouble ye now and than That ye shall not prevail I will cause idolatry And most vile sodomy To work so ungracyouslye Ye shall of your purpose fail. I defy the wicked find With thy whole venomous kind God putteth now in my mind To flee thy company. Ye are so blessed a Saint And yourself so well can paint That I must me aquaynt With you no remedy. Avoid thou cruel enemy I will none of the truly But shurne thy company As I would the devil of hell. And are ye gone indeed? Small wyttam be your speed. Except ye take good heed I will be next of your counsel. Now will I work such mastery By crafts and subtle policy The law of nature to poison With pestilent idolatry And with most stinking sodomy That he shall have no foison Where are these vyllen knaves? The devils own kytchyu slaves That them I can not see I conjure you both here And charge ye to appear Like two knaves as yebe. Ambo is a name full clean Know ye not what I mean? And are so good a clerk. By Terragramaton I charge ye appear anon And come out of the dark Have in than at a dash With swasshe merry annetswasshe Yet may I not be to rash For my holy order's sake. Nor I son by my troth Tha cau●●a courage of sloth And such a cumbrous caught. Yeh wot not what to do. At Christmas and at Paske Ye may dance the devil a mask Whiles his great cauldron place you such a pretty minion And you now in religion Such two I never saw Is not thy name idolatry▪ Yes, an wholesome woman verily, And wallsend in philosophy men's fortunes she can tell She can by saying her ave marye And by other charms of sorcery Ease men of the loth ake by and bye Yea, and farche the devil from hell She an c●nyike the Cow and hunt the fox And help men of the ague and pox So they bring money to the box When they to her make mdne. She can fetch again all that is lost And draw drink out of a rotten post Without the help of the holy Ghost In working she is alone. What sometime thou wert an he.
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nodes 171–265 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 30 in this edition
Length
518 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.690 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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seed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Man alwayes to exhort To seke all helth and confort, Of the onely God of grace. First in the hartes reioyce And than with open voyce To worshyp hym alone Knowledgynge his deytie His power and eternytie Whan he shall make his mone. I shall kepe ye as well from that As my grandame kept her cat From lyckynge of her creame. What wylte thou kepe me fro? Tell me ere thou farther go Me thynke thou art in a dreame. From causynge of Mankynde To gyue to God his mynde Or his obedyence. What is thy name? tell me. Marye Infydelyte Whiche neuer wyll agree To your benyuolence. Thou canste not kepe me from man. Yet I wyll do the best I can To trouble ye nowe and than That ye shall not preuayle I wyll cause ydolatrye And moste vyle Sodomye To worke so vngracyouslye Ye shall of your purpose fayle. I defye the wycked fynde With thy whole vene mouse kynde God putteth now in my mynde To fle thy companye. Ye are so blessed a Saynt And your selfe so well can paynt That I must me aquaynt With you no remedye. Auoyde thou cruell enemye I wyll none of the truelye But shurne thy companye As I wolde the deuyll of hell. And are ye gone indede? Small wyttam be your spede. Except ye take good hede I wyll be next of your counsell. Now wyll I worke suche masterye By craftes and suyle polycye The lawe of nature to poyson With pestylent ydolatrye And with most stynkynge sodomye That he shall haue no foyson Where are these vyllen knaues? The deuyls owne kytchyu slaues That them I can not se I coniure you both here And charge ye to appere Lyke two knaues as yebe. Ambo is a name full cleane Knowe ye not what I meane? And are so good a clarke. By Terragramaton I charge ye appere anon And come out of the darke Haue in than at a dasshe With swasshe mery annetswasshe Yet may I not be to rasshe For my holy orders sake. Nor I sonne by my trouth Tha caua orage of slouth And suche a comberouse cought. Yeh wote not what to do. At Christmas and at Paske Ye maye daunce the deuyll a maske Whyles his great cawdron plae you suche a pretye mynyon And you nowe in relygyon Suche two I neuer sawe Is not thy name Idolatrye▪ Yes, an wholsom woman verelye, And wllsn in phylosophye Mennes fortunes she can tell She can by sayenge her Aue marye And by other charmes of sorcerye Ease men of the loth ake by and bye Yea, and farche the deuyll from hell She an cnyike the Cowe and hunte the foxe And helpe men of the ague and poxe So they bryng money to the boxe Whan they to her make mdne. She can fatche agayne all that is loste And drawe drynke out of a rotten post Without the helpe of the holye Ghost In workynge she is alone. What somtyme thou wert an he.