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A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, writtenA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written
A commentary or, exposition upon the divine second epistle general, written by the blessed apostle St. Peter. By Thomas AdamsA commentary or, exposition vpon the diuine second epistle generall, written by the blessed apostle St. Peter. By Thomas Adams
London: printed by Richard Badger and Felix Kyngston for Jacob Bloome, 1633London: printed by Richard Badger and Felix Kyngston for Iacob Bloome, 1633
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
But what say you to our Pope-holy catholics; dare not they obtrude a thing that shall say, Ego sum Christus, I am Christ? Yes, if it could speak; but because it cannot, they will speak for it. Every Easter-day early in the morning the Priest fetcheth his wooden Crucifix out of the Sepulchre; and after walking about the Churchyard in solemn procession, goes to the Church-door, where he knocketh, and saith; Open O ye gates, 1and be ye set open ye everlasting doors, that the King of glory may come in. The Sexton knows his qu, attends within, and replies; Who is the King of glory? The Priest holding up his Crucifix, answers; This is the King of glory: the Lord strong almighty in battle; 2this is the Lord of glory. Is not this just according to our Saviours prediction; Some shall say, Lo, here is Christ? Alas, that is not a glorious King, but an inglorious Idol, unable to wipe the dust from it own face. Among them, who can make ⟨p. 375⟩the well-favouredst god, is the best Catholic. The Baker and the Painter contended who should make the best christ: Hîc fuco doctior, ille foco. Paint. I can make a fair god with my colours. Back. No, thou makest but the shadow; it is I that make the substance. Paint. Thy god is torn with mens teeth. Back. And thine is gnawed with worms. Paint. My god lasteth many years, whereas one hour swallows an hundred of thine. Back. Thou canst scarce make one god in a month: I can make a thousand in half an hour. Hereupon the Mass-priest came in as moderator, fretting; I am sorry sirs, you are no wiser: Who can make god? none but the Sacrificer. But we say of such gods, as Clemens Alexandr. Ego didici terram calcare, non adorare; I have learned to tread upon the earth, not to worship it.
But what say you to our Pope-holy catholikes; dare not they obtrude a thing that shall say, Ego sum Christus, I am Christ? Yes, if it could speak; but because it cannot, they will speak for it. Every Easter-day early in the morning the Priest fetcheth his woodden Crucifix out of the Sepulcher; and after walking about the Churchyard in solemne procession, goes to the Church-doore, where he knocketh, and saith; Open O ye gates, 1