The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 11 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 · 491 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.
Such knights will I have, as shall confound them all▪ Is Saducees & scribes, with the sect pharysaycal● By help of my children idolatry and Sodomye The law of Nature, I cast ones in a lepry I have yet two more, ambition & Coneytousnes Which will do as much to the law of Moses Where are my whoresons, that they come not away. Yea, whoreson on thy face, even in thy best array I will thou know it, I am a worshipful Doctor A Scribe in the law, and a profitable proctor. gup with a vengeance, how comest thou so aloft. I shall tell the man, if thou wilt comen more solte By feigned flatterye, and by coloured adulation ambition here also, rose of a like foundation. Come, are me blessing, pretty boys apace I will not bow sure▪ to such a foolish face. Axe blessing I say, and make me no more ado. Unsemely were it, we Prelates should do so. For no compulsion will I do it by sweet Marye. I must fetch ye in, there is no remedy A naughty horsons, have I brought ye up hitherto? And know not your father, ye shall drink both ere I go No more at this time, forsooth we cry amercye. Down on your knees than, & axe me blessing shortly. Bless me gentle father, for sweet saint charity. Arise noughtyknaves, God let ye never to the Though among ourselves, we murmure, brag, & face Sometime for lucre, sometime for the higher place Yet for advantage, in this we all agree To blind the rulers, and deceive the commonalty. Art advised of that, by the Mess we are in deed Yet of our knaveries, the foul & will nevertake heed. To labour with a spade Our colour would it fade We may not with that trade We love so much our ease We must live by their sweat, And have good drink and meat When they have not to eat The substance of a pease. We lead them in the dark And so their conscience mark That stutdye they are and stark, In every wicked evil We teach idolatry And laughed full merely To see each company Run headlongs to the devil. Ifwe may have the tithings And profitable offeryages We came not to what doings They customably fall We are such mercenaries And subtle proprietaries As from the flock all carries The wolle, skin, flesh and all. In our perambulations We look for commendations And lowly salutations In temple, house and street. Our lousy latin hours In boroughs and in bowers The poor people devours And tread them under feet. I am ambition, whose bysposycyan Is honour to appete I gape for empire, and worship desire As Minos did in Crete I look up Aloft, and love to lie soft Not caring for my flock Have Iones the fleece, with pigs, lambs, and gese They may go turn a Sock.
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nodes 796–867 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 30 in this edition
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491 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.691 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Suche knyghtes wyll I haue, as shall cōfounde thē al▪ Is Sdduces & scrybes, with the sec pharysaycal By helpe of my chyldren Idolatrye and Sodomye The lawe of Nature, I cast ones in a leprye I haue yet two more, Ambycion & Coneytousnes Whiche wyll do as moche to the lawe of Moyses Where are my whorsons, that they come not awaye. Yea, whorson on thy face, euen in thy best araye I wyll thou knowe it, I am a worshypfull Doctour A Scrybe in the lawe, and a profytable proctour. Guppe with a vengeaunce, howe comest thou so alofte. I shall tell the man, yf thou wylt comen more solte By fayned flattery, and by coloured adulation Ambycion here also, ose of a lyke foundacion. Come, are me blessynge, pretye boyes apace I wyll not bowe sure▪ to suche a folyshe face. Axe blessynge I saye, and make me no more ado. Unsemely were it, we Prelates shulde do so. For no compusyon wyll I do it by swete Marye. I must fatche ye in, there is no remedye A noughty horsons, haue I brought ye vp hytherto? And know not your father, ye shall drynke both ere I go No more at this tyme, forsoth we crye amercye. Downe on your knees than, & axe me blessynge shortly. Blesse me gentell father, for swete saynt charytie. Aryse noughtyknaues, God let ye neuer to the Though among our selues, we mumur, brag, & face Somtyme for lucre, somtyme for the hygher place Yet for aduauntage, in this we all agree To blynde the rulers, and deceyue the comynaltie. Art aduysed of that, by the Messe we are in dede Yet of our knaueryes, the fole & wyll neuertake hede. To labour with a spade Our colour wolde it fade We maye not with that trade We loue so moche our ease We must lyue by theyr sweate, And haue good drynke and meate Whan they haue not to eate The substaunce of a pease. We leade them in the darke And so theyr conseyence marke That stutdye they are and starke, In euery wycked euyll We teache Idolatrye And laught full merelye To se eche companye Ronne headlonges to the deuyll. Ifwe maye haue the tythynges And profytable offeryages We cae not to what doynges They customablye fall We are suche mercenaryes And subtyle propryetaryes As from the flocke all carryes The wlle, skynne, flesshe and all. In our perambulacyons We looke for commendacions And lowly salutacions In temple, howse and strete. Our lowsye latyne howres In borowes and in bowres The poore people deuoures And treade them vnder fete. I am Ambycion, whose bysposycyan Is honour to appete I gape for empyre, and worshyp desyre As Mynos dyd in Crete I loke vp Aloft, and loue to lye softe Not carynge for my flocke Haue Iones the flese, with pygges, lambes, and gese They maye go turne a Socke.