A new treatyse in maner of a Dialoge / whiche sheweth the excellency of ma[n]nes nature / in that he is made to the Image of God, and wherin it restyth / and by howe many wayes a man dothe blotte, and defyle the same Image [by Miles Hogarde] |
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The Lenuoy of the Auctor. |
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The Lenuoy of the Auctor.
Go
forthe my booke, speake thy mynde
And flatter none, of no degre
All men, be men of Adams kynde
Without any diuersite
For all mens soules created be
To gods ymage, as thou dost tell
Which they foule blotte, as they may se
Yf that they do, peruse the well.
And flatter none, of no degre
All men, be men of Adams kynde
Without any diuersite
For all mens soules created be
To gods ymage, as thou dost tell
Which they foule blotte, as they may se
Yf that they do, peruse the well.
And I praye the, tell all men this
Yf chaunce I fayle, in any thynge
That I erre not, of no malys
In erroure, any man to brynge
But am redy to reformynge
In any thynge, that thou dost saye
But truely, to my knowlegynge
Thou tellest the truth, nere as thou maye
Yf chaunce I fayle, in any thynge
That I erre not, of no malys
In erroure, any man to brynge
But am redy to reformynge
In any thynge, that thou dost saye
But truely, to my knowlegynge
Thou tellest the truth, nere as thou maye
And where, as lacketh eloquence
To make the pleasaunt, for to rede
Axe pardon, for my necligence
For I confesse, in very dede
That of lernynge, surely I nede
To make the, a more pleasaunte style
But a rude wytte, rudely doth lede
So rudely nedes, I must compyle
To make the pleasaunt, for to rede
Axe pardon, for my necligence
For I confesse, in very dede
That of lernynge, surely I nede
To make the, a more pleasaunte style
But a rude wytte, rudely doth lede
So rudely nedes, I must compyle
And all doutes, cleane to put awaye
Who was thyne auctor, the to frame
Saye Myles Hogarde, so swere thou maye
Though some doth thynke, he settes his name
To that, which other men myght clame
But of that, no man profe can brynge
And yf they can, let them hym shame
As well they maye, prouyng that thynge.
Who was thyne auctor, the to frame
Saye Myles Hogarde, so swere thou maye
Though some doth thynke, he settes his name
To that, which other men myght clame
But of that, no man profe can brynge
And yf they can, let them hym shame
As well they maye, prouyng that thynge.
But now an ende, of the to make
Trustynge thou shalt, be taken well
God graunt vs all, vyce to forsake
And to thynke on both, heuen and hell
With feare and loue, not to rebell
Agaynst gods lawe, in any case
And then no doute, but we shall dwell
With hym, in his moost ioyfull place.
Trustynge thou shalt, be taken well
God graunt vs all, vyce to forsake
And to thynke on both, heuen and hell
With feare and loue, not to rebell
Agaynst gods lawe, in any case
And then no doute, but we shall dwell
With hym, in his moost ioyfull place.
FINIS.
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