The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 8 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 0.78 · 464 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.
THe lord perceiving, his first law thus corrupted With unclean vices, sent me his law of Moses To see him for sin, substancyallye corrected And brought in again, to a trade of godliness For I am a law of rygout and of hardness I straightly command, and if it be not done I threti●, I curej, and slay in my anger soon. To God I require a perfect obedience condemning all sache, as do it not in effect I show what sin is, I but den sore man's conscience To him am I death, when his life is infect Yet if he take heed, to Christ I him direct forgiveness to have, with like health and salvation. least he shuloe despair, and fall into damnation. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, A pastime quoth a, I know not the time nor when I did laghe so moche, sense I was an honest man Believe me and ye will, I never saw such a sport I would ye had been there, lie might have made the fort. Where wouldest thou have had me, tell me good brother mine. At the Mynorasse sir, late yester night at compline. At the Mynorasse? why what was there a do? For such an other, would I to Southampton go In deed yesterday was their dedication And thither in God's name, came I to see the fashion An old friar stood forth, with spectacles on his nose beginning this Anteme, a my faith, I do not gloze. Cupides preciosi. And what did follow of this? I shall tell ye by God's bliss Then came Dame Isbell an old Noun and a calpe Crowing like acapon, and thus began the Psalm. Sepe expugnauetun● me a iuuentute 〈…〉 And what includeth this mystery? A simple problem of bytcherye When the friar begun, afore the Nun to sing of precious stones From my youth saith she/ they have comfort me As it had been for the nonce I assure the plain, I set not by such gauds Thy usage show thee, to be brought up among bauder It was a good world, when we had such wholesome stories Preached in out church, on sundays and other feryes With us was it in●rye When we went to bury And to our lady of grace To the blood of hails Where no good cheer fails And other holy place. When the pryestes might walk And with young wives talk Than had we children plenty Then Cuckolds might leap A score on a heap Now is there not one to twenty. When the Monks were fat And rank as a rat With bellies like a Boar. Then all things were dear Both beef, bread and bear Now grudge the iourers sore.
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Position
nodes 623–683 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 30 in this edition
Length
464 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
THe lord perceiuyng, his fyrst law thus corrupted With vnclene vices, sent me his law of Moses To se hym for synne, substancyallye corrected And brought in agayne, to a trade of godlynes For I am a lawe of rygout and of hardenes I strayghtly commaunde, and yf it be not done I threti, I curej, and sle in my anger sone. To God I requyre a perfyght obedyence Conempnynge all sache, as do it not in effecte I shewe what synne is, I but dē sore mānes conscyence To hym am I death, whan his lyfe is infect Yet yf he take hede, to Christ I hym dyrect Forgyuenes to haue, with lyke helth and saluatyon. Leaste he shuloe dyspayre, and fall into dampnacion. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, A pastyme quoth a, I knowe not the tyme nor whan I dyd laghe so moche, sence I was an honest man Beleue me and ye wyll, I neuer sawe suche a sporte I wold ye had ben there, lye might haue made the fort. Where woldest thou haue had me, tell me good brother myne. At the Mynorasse syr, late yester nyght at complyne. At the Mynorasse? why what was there a do? For suche an other, wolde I to South ampton go In dede yesterdaye was theyr dedycacion And thythe in Goddes name, came I to se the fasshion An olde fryer stode forth, with spectacles on his nose Begynynge this Anteme, a my fayth, I do not glose. pides prciosi. And what dyd folowe of this? I shall tell ye by Goddes blysse Then came Dame Isbell an lde Noune and a cale Crowynge lyke acapon, and thus began the Psalme. Sepe expugnauetun me a iuentte And what includeth this mysterye? A symple probleme of bytcherye Whan the fryer begonne, afore the Nonne to synge of precyous stones From my youth sayth she / they haue comforte me As it had ben for the nones I assure the playne, I set not by suche gaudes Thy vsage shewe the, to be brought vp amonge baude It was a good world, whā we had such holsom storys Preached in out churche, on sondayes and other feryes With vs was it inrye Whan we went to Berye And to our lady of grace To the bloue of hayles Where no good chere fayles And other holy place. Whan the pryestes myght walke And with yonge wyues talke Than had we chyldren plentye Then Cuckoldes myght leape A score on a heape Nowe is there not one to twentie. When the Monkes were fatte And ranke as a ratte With bellyes lyke a Bore. Then all thynges were dere Both beafe, breade and bere Nowe grudge the iourers sore.