The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 24 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 0.76 · 501 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.
O damnble leadyuge, of babylonical sodomytes Yourselves ye declare, to be shameful hypocrites Lord pity thy people, and take away these guides These scorners, these robbers, these cruel homicides Such prophets are they, as God did never send As Heir my saith, they damnable ways pretend. Woe hypocrites woe, for here ye tryfie and mock With christian people, & the kingdom of heaven up lock Ye count it a game, to lose that Christ hath bought With his precious blood, & here most dearly sought O ye are wretches, and pestilent Antichristes' ministers of Dagon, and most deceitful papists. Like tavenouse Wolves, poor Widows ye devour By title of prayer▪ eternal damnation is your Your own dreams ye follow, but matter moche more weighty Ye do not esteem, as judgement, faith, and mercy Woe Pharyses woe, ye make clean outwardly But inwards ye are full, of coveytousues & bawdry. Painted tombs are ye, apryenge tight beautiful But within ye stink, & have thoughts very shameful Ye slew the prophets, your doing yet bear witness. How think ye to avoid, that point of unrighteousness Oh raging serpents, and vyperouse generation How can ye escape, the danger of damnation Who made the so bold, to meddle within my cure? And teach new learning? an heretic art thou sure If due search were made, we should find thee (I think) no priest Yes, anointed of God, but no popish Antichrist. Let me see, where are the letters of thy ordres? Where Chryste his self is, & not in the same borders No such priest am I, as is anointed with oil But the holy Ghost, for I am none of this soil. Here I attach thee, for a buysye scismatyke And will the accuse, for an heinous heretic Say hands upon him, & deprive him of this apparel Hic best spotiatum sordidioribus induunt. Loo, thus will I handle all them, that shall take thy quarrel Hold away with this gear, and lay it forth aside. Nay, tarry brother mine, for away shalt thou not slide I am not going, why dost thou slander me? But ne him to ashes and show to him no pity. Brent shall he not be, if he will no more do so. Fellow how sayest thou? wilt thou here abjure or no? I will neither abjure, nor yet recant God's glory. I offered the reason, and thereto thou wilt not applied, Well get the forward for thou shalt sure die The temporal power, shall judge the to the fire At our Accusement, and holy religious desire. Thought you for my sake imprison men cruelly Famysshe them, stock them, and them with faggots fry Hurt me ye shall not, for I can never die And they for my sake, shall live perpetually. Here is a prating, with a very vengeance hennce. This horrible hetetycke, now shall we well recompense Yea, hurne him well friar, and let him no longer reign Say on grieve faggots, to put him to more pain
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Position
nodes 1528–1583 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 30 in this edition
Length
501 words · 699 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (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)
O damnble leadyuge, of Babylonicall sodomytes Your selues ye declare, to be shamefull hypocrytes Lorde pytie thy people, and take awaye these gydes These scorners, these robbers, these cruell homycydes Suche prophetes are they, as God dyd ueuer sende As Hiere mye sayth, they damnable wayes pretende. Wo Hypocrytes wo, for here ye tryfie and mocke With christen people, & the kyngdō of heauen vp locke Ye counte it a game, to lose that Christ hath bought With his precyous blode, & here most derely sought O ye are wretches, and pestylent Antichristes Mynysters of Dagon, and most deceytfull papistes. Lyke tauenouse Wolues, poore Wydowes ye deuoure By tytle of prayer▪ eternall dampnacion is youre Your owne dreames ye folow, but matter moche more wayghtye Ye do not esteme, as iudgement, fayth, and mercye Wo Pharyses wo, ye make cleane outwardelye But inwardes ye are full, of coueytousues & bawdrye. Paynted tumbes are ye, apryenge tyght beautyfull But within ye stynke, & haue thoughtes very shamefull Ye slewe the prophetes, your doynge yet beare wytnes. How thynke ye to auoyde, that poynt of vnrighteousnes Oh ragynge serpentes, and vyperouse generation Howe can ye escape, the daunger of dampnacion Who made the so bolde, to medle within my cure? And teache newe learnynge? an heretyke art thou sure If due serch were made, we shulde fynde the (I thynke) no pryest Yes, anoynted of God, but no popysshe Antichrist. Let me se, where are the letters of thy ordres? Where Chryste his selfe is, & not in the same borders No suche pryest am I, as is anoynted with oyle But the holy Ghost, for I am none of this soyle. Here I attache the, for a buysye scismatyke And wyll the accuse, for an haynouse heretyke Laye handes vpon hym, & depryue hym of this apparell Hc Beste spotiatum sordidiorius induunt. Loo, thus wyl I handle al thē, that shal take thy quarel Holde awaye with this gere, and laye it forth asyde. Nay, tary brother myne, for away shalt thou not slyde I am not goynge, why doest thou slaunder me? But ne hym to ashes and shewe to hym no pytie. Brent shall he not be, if he wyll nomore do so. Felowe howe sayst thou? wylt thu here abiute or no? I wyll neyther abiure, nor yet recant Gods glorye. I offered the reason, and therto thou wylt not applyd, Well get the forewarde for thou shalt sure dye The temporall power, shall iudge the to the fyre At our Accusement, and holy relygyous desyre. Thought you for my sake impryson men cruellye Famysshe them, stocke them, and them with fagots frye Hurte me ye shall not, for I can neuer dye And they for my sake, shall lyue perpetually. Here is a pratynge, with a very vengeaunce hēnce. This horryble hetetycke, now shal we well recompence Yea, hurne hym well fryre, and let hym no longer raigne Laye on greue faggottes, to put hym to more payne