A declaration of thee power of Gods worde, concerning the holy supper of the Lord confutynge all lyers and fals teachers, whych mayntayne theyr maskynge masse inuented agaynst the woorde of God, and the Kynges Maiesties most godly proceadynge [by John Mardeley] |
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 | A declaration of thee power of Gods worde, concerning the holy supper of the Lord |  |
Turne to the Lorde your God, for he is
gentyl and mercyful, pacient and of moche
kyndnesse: and readye at all tymes to forgeue wyckednesse.
Ioel. ii
The labourers in the Lordes vyneyarde,
that came last of all receaued theyr peny
so well as they that came in the mornynge Nether had one more then another
Math. xx.
A complaynt agaynst the styffenecked/made by the aucthour of thys boke.
Alas
I lament the dull abused brayne
the insatrike fātasses, & witles wilfulnes
of one & other, yt at truth haue disdayn
They say soch parables, they cānot expres
some saith thei be realers, at richte recheles
and som say but litle, & thike moch in thought
wel, this peesse I speake of, is not for nought
the insatrike fātasses, & witles wilfulnes
of one & other, yt at truth haue disdayn
They say soch parables, they cānot expres
some saith thei be realers, at richte recheles
and som say but litle, & thike moch in thought
wel, this peesse I speake of, is not for nought
Oh wooful chaunce moste infortunate
So sodēly makyng, thys great alteracion
For sythe the world, was fyrst create
Was neuer sene any soch deuysyon
How moch is truthe, hadde in dicision
For falshode faineth fables, ful maliciously
The truth to drowne, alas so pytiously
So sodēly makyng, thys great alteracion
For sythe the world, was fyrst create
Was neuer sene any soch deuysyon
How moch is truthe, hadde in dicision
For falshode faineth fables, ful maliciously
The truth to drowne, alas so pytiously
Moch malice is ministred, vnder holy precence
Most mē be moued, lying signes to vphold
False Iammes, & Iambres, be placed ī p̄sence
To woūd Mycheas, as in regū is told
pashur ponisheth hieremy, demetrius is bold
Baal & Belles ministers, rage furiously
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
Most mē be moued, lying signes to vphold
False Iammes, & Iambres, be placed ī p̄sence
To woūd Mycheas, as in regū is told
pashur ponisheth hieremy, demetrius is bold
Baal & Belles ministers, rage furiously
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
Helyas, & Daniel, be in woofull case
By false Alchimus, that wycked counseler
Christ cruelly crucified, by Pilat & cayphas
Paul enuyed, by hermogenes, doth appere
Peter by symond Magus, & Menaunder
The apostles proued, wt paynes spytefully.
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
By false Alchimus, that wycked counseler
Christ cruelly crucified, by Pilat & cayphas
Paul enuyed, by hermogenes, doth appere
Peter by symond Magus, & Menaunder
The apostles proued, wt paynes spytefully.
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
Custome craftely cloked, truth deareth no feale
Doyng is doubtful, & dare not for feare
Pluck bake p̄sūptiō, which proudly p̄uayle
Poore keketh sylēce, & seeth not soch geare
Blindnes is braging seking here & there
To spew spytful poysone, blasphemously
To drown the truth, alas ful pytiously
Doyng is doubtful, & dare not for feare
Pluck bake p̄sūptiō, which proudly p̄uayle
Poore keketh sylēce, & seeth not soch geare
Blindnes is braging seking here & there
To spew spytful poysone, blasphemously
To drown the truth, alas ful pytiously
The rude rudely learned, blind as an asse
Dotyng in dreames, dispysyng obedience
wylful wtout wysdō, of nothing doth passe
As rebel rybauldes, wtout intelligence
defending theyr god mazyue wt moch violēce
Agaynst the prycke, to spurne vnseamely
To drowne the truth, alas full pytiously
Dotyng in dreames, dispysyng obedience
wylful wtout wysdō, of nothing doth passe
As rebel rybauldes, wtout intelligence
defending theyr god mazyue wt moch violēce
Agaynst the prycke, to spurne vnseamely
To drowne the truth, alas full pytiously
Hatered hateth honesty, a whoringe to go
Malyce maketh men, masyng in madnes
Penneye pincheth pryuely, wt payn & woo
Preiletes prace papisticallye, wt boldnes
Lewde lowsy lyeng, lurketh in darknes
False faynīg flatery, frēdship doth ampliffy
To drowne the truth, alas full pytiously
Malyce maketh men, masyng in madnes
Penneye pincheth pryuely, wt payn & woo
Preiletes prace papisticallye, wt boldnes
Lewde lowsy lyeng, lurketh in darknes
False faynīg flatery, frēdship doth ampliffy
Who blameth blasphemers, boldly to brag
Of theyr dotyng doctrine, drowned in lies
Tearīg truth a soūder, lyke a torne tagge.
Blinding mēs hartes, & blering their eyes
Lyke lurking lowtes, & lecherouse spyes
As subtyl serpentes, working perniciously
To drowne the truth, alas full pytiously
Of theyr dotyng doctrine, drowned in lies
Tearīg truth a soūder, lyke a torne tagge.
Blinding mēs hartes, & blering their eyes
Lyke lurking lowtes, & lecherouse spyes
As subtyl serpentes, working perniciously
To drowne the truth, alas full pytiously
The witles wilfully, walke their own way
not folowing salomōs sapiēce, but Baales posterite,
In fātastical phātasses, let truth say what he may
yet slouthfully wil they slepe, infecte wyth inpuritie
Supposīg thē selues sure, to stād īsecuritie
Stablyshed in styffenes, puft vp arogantly
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
not folowing salomōs sapiēce, but Baales posterite,
In fātastical phātasses, let truth say what he may
yet slouthfully wil they slepe, infecte wyth inpuritie
Supposīg thē selues sure, to stād īsecuritie
Stablyshed in styffenes, puft vp arogantly
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
These stoute sturdy stomackes stād styffely
At bytyng wolues, craftely closteryng
Lyke mēbres malignaunt styck stubburnly
to vphold proud hamone, ye shauelīg
yet powre pincheth not for al theyr murmuring
And gredy gasping, by sleyght p̄sūptuously
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
At bytyng wolues, craftely closteryng
Lyke mēbres malignaunt styck stubburnly
to vphold proud hamone, ye shauelīg
yet powre pincheth not for al theyr murmuring
And gredy gasping, by sleyght p̄sūptuously
To drowne the truth, alas ful pytiously
Myght is amased, & wil not shewtte
At wytles wilfulnes walking at ease
Wysdō wyl not wyllingly make the alker mewtte,
Reason remēbreth not what shall displease
Perel is p̄sent, wher pouertie doth disease
the wynd bloweth a lofte & no mā willīgly
Stoppeth ye blaste, yt soūdeth so vehemētly.
At wytles wilfulnes walking at ease
Wysdō wyl not wyllingly make the alker mewtte,
Perel is p̄sent, wher pouertie doth disease
the wynd bloweth a lofte & no mā willīgly
Stoppeth ye blaste, yt soūdeth so vehemētly.
These wycked vermyne, & wormes subtyle
lyke wylie wolues, of ye serpētes generaciō
Whē wyl ye leaue treding on christes hele,
shal gods son be to you stil a signe of cōtraditiō
whē shal his veritie wt al veneraciō
Be receyued & vsed amōgest you reuerētly
And not stil to drown it alas this pitiously
lyke wylie wolues, of ye serpētes generaciō
Whē wyl ye leaue treding on christes hele,
shal gods son be to you stil a signe of cōtraditiō
whē shal his veritie wt al veneraciō
Be receyued & vsed amōgest you reuerētly
And not stil to drown it alas this pitiously
Whē walke ye frō wātonnesse, of worldly vanitie
whē stablysh ye stedfastnes to be parmanēt
whē seke ye rest, and mutual amytie
whē showt you sharply at the viper pestelēt
whē put ye poysone, from the innocent
whē stoppeth ye streame, yt floweth abūdātly
That drowneth ye truth, alas this pitiously
whē stablysh ye stedfastnes to be parmanēt
whē seke ye rest, and mutual amytie
whē showt you sharply at the viper pestelēt
whē put ye poysone, from the innocent
whē stoppeth ye streame, yt floweth abūdātly
That drowneth ye truth, alas this pitiously
Shal nature worke thinges vnnaturallye
shal false for truth be styll prefarred
shal power ponishe with cause cruelly
shal wrong for right be maynteyned
shal darkenesse for light be reueyled
shal Māmō for god be taught religiously
To drowne the truth alas thys pytiously
shal false for truth be styll prefarred
shal power ponishe with cause cruelly
shal wrong for right be maynteyned
shal darkenesse for light be reueyled
shal Māmō for god be taught religiously
To drowne the truth alas thys pytiously
Yf ryght spoyleth, wronges vsurpacion
yf truth doth falshed, eyect out of place
yf power ponishe yll wt godly reformation
yf lyght doth darkenesse vtterly deface
yf god throwe down māmō by his word of grace,
yf man be fead with the veryte of māna heauēly
Why thē is ye truth drowned alas so pytiously
yf power ponishe yll wt godly reformation
yf lyght doth darkenesse vtterly deface
yf god throwe down māmō by his word of grace,
yf man be fead with the veryte of māna heauēly
Why thē is ye truth drowned alas so pytiously
A wake frō your wilfulnes vnfyle your eyes
opē your oppressiō, & faultes execrable
drown your drousy doctrine of vayne ceremonies,
pluck away your croked canō lawes detestable,
stablyshe the two Testamētes of god so venerable
Enbrace ye veritie wt hart & mynd willīgly
And drown ye truth no more alas this pytiously
opē your oppressiō, & faultes execrable
drown your drousy doctrine of vayne ceremonies,
pluck away your croked canō lawes detestable,
stablyshe the two Testamētes of god so venerable
Enbrace ye veritie wt hart & mynd willīgly
And drown ye truth no more alas this pytiously
Els Thoby laketh hys lykyng for want of hys sonne,
Rachel is rufully raged and lyke to catche colde
Mo suche ye mawmēt ye game hath wonne
Lacone laugheth therat, & beareth hī bold,
Iosephat ye gētyl is bought & sold
Yet Ruth ye mohabyte gleyneth ful busely
To p̄serue this truth drowned so pitiously
Rachel is rufully raged and lyke to catche colde
Mo suche ye mawmēt ye game hath wonne
Lacone laugheth therat, & beareth hī bold,
Iosephat ye gētyl is bought & sold
Yet Ruth ye mohabyte gleyneth ful busely
To p̄serue this truth drowned so pitiously
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