The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 23 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 0.68 · 489 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.
In his first chapter, this horrible sentence is Quis hec frusteanea quesivit, be manibus Bestris, Who hath required, of yousuche sacrifice In vain offer you, that unto manded service Your incense to me, is great Abhomyvation I sore abhorred it, and moche detest your fashion When ye pray to me, I give ye none attendance But avert my face (saith God) & my countenance By this ye may see, that the lord doth not regard your maugre muttering, neither grant it any reward No man willeth Paul, to speak in the congregation In a strange language, without interpretation. In your latin hours, the flock do ye not consider But declare yourselves, to be Romish all together Be not led about (saith Paul, by any strange letuing What else is your doctrine, but a blind popish thing? He testifieth also, Non enim ut baptizatem Dis●t tu● Christue, sed ut Euangeliz●rem. Christ hath not me sent, that I should baptize, saith Paul But to preach his word, to the comfort of man's soul Loo, though baptism be a thing very necessity yet must it give place, to God's word, no remidye Why than preferreye, your draffies she ceremonies To the gospel preachyuge, O dampuable injuries. Why suffer ye him, to prattle here so long? Get the hence shortly, or with thee, it will be wrong. Peace be here and God, master Doctor by your leave That I may declare, a pardon here in my slene Of our Lady of Boston, Ingham, and saint Iohannes Frarye With the indulgence, of blessed saint Antonye Well, take thy pleasure, and do it hardly. Sir he doth me wrong, for this day it is my station To preach my brotherhood, and gather my limitation Who first spoke, first speed, step forth and read thy pardon And when he hath done, your course is, father warden. What course appoint ye, for preaching of the Gospel I would thy Gospel, and thou, were both now in hell Why and shall this baggage, put by the word of God Thou wilt not be answered, till thou feel a sharper rod Good Christian people, I am come hither berelye As a true poctour, of the house of saint Antony Of clean remission, I have brought ye indulgence A pena et culpa, for all your sin and ●ff●ure By the Authority of pope Leo and pope Clement Pope Bonyface, pope Pius, pope Iohan, and pope Innocent. And here I bless ye, with the wing of the holy ghost From thunder to save ye, and from spirits in every coole Lo, here is a bell, to hang upon your hog And save your cattle, from the biting of a dog So many as wyllcome, to this holy frater●ytie Come pay your money, and ye shall have letters of me Let me have a letter, for I will be a brother Then give me a bell, for I will be an other.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1475–1527 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 30 in this edition
Length
489 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.681 (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)
In his fyrste chapter, this horryble sentence is Quis hec frusteanea quesiuit, be manibus Bestris, Who hath requyred, of yousuche sacryfyce In vayne offre you, that vntō maunded seruyce Your incense to me, is great Abhomyuation I sore abhorte it, and moche detest your fasshyon Whan ye pray to me, I gyue ye none attendaunce But auert my face (sayth God) & my countenaunce By this ye maye se, that the lorde doth not regarde your mangre mutteryng, neither graūt it any rewarde No man wylleth Paule, to speake in the congregation In a straunge language, without interpretation. In your latyn houres, the flocke do ye not consyder But declare your selues, to be Romys she all togyther Be not led aboute (sayth Paule, by any straūge letuyng What els is your doctryne, but a blynde popysh thyng? He testifyeth also, Non enim vt baptizatem Dist tu Christue, sed vt Euangelizrem. Christ hath not me sent, that I shulde baptyse, sayth Paule But to preache his worde, to the cōforte of mans soule Loo, thoughe baptyme be a thynge very necessitye yet must it gyue place, to Goddes worde, no remidye Why than preferreye, your draffys she ceremonyes To the Gospell preachyuge, O dampuable iniuryes. Why suffre ye hym, to pratle here so longe? Get the hence shortly, or with the, it wyll be wronge. Peace be here and God, mayster Doctour by your leaue That I maye declare, a pardon here in my slene Of our Ladye of Boston, Ingham, and saynt Iohannes Frarye With the indulgence, of blessed saynt Antonye Well, take thy pleasure, and do it hardelye. Syr he doth me wronge, for this daye it is my stacion To preache my brotherhed, and gather my lymytacion Who fyrste spake, fyrste spede, steppe forth and rede thy pardon And whan he hath done, your course is, father warden. What course appoynt ye, for preachynge of the Gospell I wolde thy Gospell, and thou, were both nowe in hell Why and shall this baggage, put by the worde of God Thou wylt not be answered, tyl thou fele a sharper rod Good Christen people, I am come hyther berelye As a true poctour, of the house of saynt Anonye Of cleane remyssyon, I haue brought ye indulgence A pena et culpa, for all your synne and ffure By the Auctorytie of pope Leo and pope Clement Pope Bonyface, pope Pius, pope Iohan, and pope Innocent. And here I blesse ye, with the wynge of the holy ghost From thundre to saue ye, and frō spyrytes in euery coo Lo, here is a bell, to hange vpon your hogge And saue your Cattell, from the bytynge of a dogge So many as wyllcome, to this holy fraterytie Come paye your money, and ye shall haue letters of me Let me haue a letter, for I wyll be a brother Then gyue me a bell, for I wyll be an other.