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A defence of the Apology of the Church of England containing an answer to…A defence of the Apologie of the Churche of Englande conteininge an answeare to…
A defence of the Apology of the Church of England containing an answer to a certain book lately set forth by M. Harding, and entitled, A confutation of &c. By John Jewel Bishop of Salisbury.A defence of the Apologie of the Churche of Englande conteininge an answeare to a certaine booke lately set foorthe by M. Hardinge, and entituled, A confutation of &c. By Iohn Iewel Bishop of Sarisburie.
Imprinted at London : In Fleetestreate, at the sign of the Elephant, by Henry Wykes, Anno 1567. 27. OctobrisImprinted at London : In Fleetestreate, at the signe of the Elephante, by Henry VVykes, Anno 1567. 27. Octobris
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But if names be so necessary, we have the names of the whole Clergy of England, to confirm the Faith of our Doctrine, and your name, M. Harding, as you can well remember, amongst the rest: onlesse, as ye have already denied your Faith, so ye will now also deny your name.
But if names be so necessarie, wee haue the names of the whole Cleregie of Englande, to confirme the Faithe of our Doctrine, and your name, M. Hardinge, as you can wel remember, emongst the reste: onlesse, as ye haue already denied your Faithe, so ye wil nowe also denie your name.
To conclude, it is greater modesty to publish our own Book, without Name, then, as you do, to publish other mens Books in your own Names. For in deed, M. Harding, the Books ye lend so thick over, are not yours. Ye are but Translators: ye are no Authors. If every bird should fetch again his own Feathers, alas your poor Chickens would die for cold.
To conclude, it is greatter modestie to publishe our owne Booke, without Name, then, as you doo, to publishe other mennes Bookes in your owne Names. For in deede, M. Hardinge, the Bookes ye lende so thicke ouer, are not yours. Ye are but Translatours: ye are no Authours. Yf euery birde shoulde fetche againe his owne Feathers, alas your poore Chickens woulde die for colde.
But you say, We offered not our Book to the Pope. No, neither ought we so to do. He is not our Bishop: He is not our Judge. We may say unto him, as the Emperor Constantius said sometime to Pope Liberius,1 Quoia es tu pa•s Orbis terrarum? What great portion art thou of the whole World? As for your Council of Trident, God wot, it was a silly Convent, for ought that may appear by their Conclusions.