The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 16 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 0.81 · 488 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.
Ye christian princes, God hath given you the pour With sceptre and sword, allvyces to correct Let not ambition, nor covetousness devour Your faithful subjects, nor your officers infect Have to your clergy, a diligent respect And see they do not corrupt the laws of God For that doth require, a terrible heavy rod. God gave me to man, and left me in tables of stone That I of hardness, a law should specify But the Pharisees, corrupted me anon And took from me clean, the quyueru●s of body With clearness of sight, and other pleasures many Now will I to Christ, that he may me restore To more perfection, than ever I had afore. un faithfulness hath, corrupted every law. To the great decay, of Adam's posterity were it not for me, which now do hither draw All flesh would perish, no man should saved be I am Christ's Gospel, and infallible verity Such a power of God, as saveth all such as believe No burden nor yoke, that any man will grave. In the blood of Christ, I am a full forgiveness Where faith is grounded, with a sure confidence I am such a grace, and so high tidings of, gladness As raise the sinner, and pacify his conscience. I am spirit and life, I am necessary science I require but love, for man's justification With a faith in Christ, for his health and salvation. God's benison have ye, it is joy of your life I have heard of ye, and of my mistress your wife. If thou hardest of me, it was by the boyle of God. Nay, he that spoke of ye, was telling of a God In an Oystre boat, a little beyond queen hythe A Northern man was he, & he besought ye to be blithe If he spoke of me, he was some godly preacher. Nay sir by the roode, nor yet a wholesome teacher. After what manner dydhe speak of me? tell. He swore like a man, by all contents of the Gospel He swore and better swore, yea, he did swear & swear again. That speaking is such, as procureth eternal pain Will not the people, leave that most wicked folly? And it so damnable, to hear it I am sorry But what didst thou mean, whan thouspakest of my wife? Nothing, but I thought it was joy of your life That ye were so good to your neighbours as ye are Why, how good am I? thy fantasy declare. Ye ease them among, if it be as I hear When ye are abroad, there is fine merycheare. As thou art, thou speakest after thy hearts abundance For as the man is, such is his utterance. My wife is the church, or christian congregation Regenerate inspyryte, doing no vile operation Both clean and holy, without either spot or wrinkle The lamb with his blood, did her wash & bespryncle.
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Position
nodes 1109–1162 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 30 in this edition
Length
488 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (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)
Ye christen prynces, God hath gyuen you the poure With scepture and swerde, allvyces to correcte Let not Ambycion, nor Coueytousnesse deuoure Your faythfull subiectes, nor your offycers infect Haue to your Clergye, a dylygent respecte And se they do not corrupt the lawes of God For that doth requyre, a terryble heuy rod. God gaue me to man, and lefte me intables of stone That I of hardenes, a lawe shulde specyfye But the Pharysies, corrupted me anone And toke from me cleane, the quyuerus of bodye With cleruesse of syght, and other pleasures many Nowe wyll I to Christ, that he maye me restore To more perfection, than euer I had afore. VN faythfulnes hath, corrupted euery lawe. To the great decaye, of Adams posterytie were it not for me, which now do hither draw Al flesh wold perysh, no man shulde saued be I am Christes Gospell, and infallyble verytie Suche a power of God, as saueth all suche as beleue No burden nor yoke, that any man wyll grue. In the bloude of Christ, I am a full forgyuenes Where fayth is grounded, with a sure confydence I am suche a grace, and so hyghe tydynges of, gladnes As rayse the synner, and pacyfye his conscyence. I am spyryte and lyfe, I am necessarye scyence I requyre but loue, for mannes iustyfication With a fayth in Christ, for his health and saluacion. Goddes beneson haue ye, it is ioye of your lyfe I haue hearde of ye, and of my maystresse your wyfe. If thou hardest of me, it was by the boye of God. Naye, he that spake of ye, was ellynge of a God In an Oystre bote, a lytle beyonde quene hythe A Northen man was he, & he besought ye to be blythe If he spake of me, he was some godly preacher. Naye syr by the rooe, nor yet a wholsom teacher. After what maner dydhe speake of me? tell. He swore lyke a man, by all contentes of the Gospell He swore and better swore, yea, he dyd sweare & sweare agayne. That speakynge is suche, as procureth eternall payne Wyll not the people, leaue that most wycked folye? And it so damnable, to heare it I am sorye But what dyddest thou meane, whau thouspakest of my wyfe? Nothynge, but I thought it was ioye of your lyfe That ye were so good to your neyghboures as ye are Why, howe good am I? thy fantasye declare. Ye ease them amonge, yf it be as I heare Whan ye are abrode, there is fyne merycheare. As thou art, thou speakest after thy hertes abundaune For as the man is, suche is his vtteraunce. My wyfe is the churche, or christen congregacion Regenerate inspyryte, doynge no vyle operacion Both cleane and holy, without eyther spot or wryncle The lambe with his bloud, dyd her wash & bespryncle.