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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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The B. of Salisbury.
The B. of Sarisburie.
We flatter our Princes, M. Harding, as Nathan flattered King David: as John Baptiste flattered Herod: as S. Ambrose flattered Theodosius, and as salt flattereth the green sore. In deed we despise not the Minister of God, as sundry of your fellows have used to do:1 of whom one doubteth not to say, The Pope is the Head: and Kings, and Emperors are the Feet. An other saith, The Priest is so far above the King, as a Man is above a Beast. Such words of contempt, and villainy we have not used. We yield to the King, that is dew to the King: we yield to God, that is dew to God. We say to the Prince,2 as S. Ambrose sometime said to the Emperor Valentinian: Noli te gravare Imperator, ut putest in ea, quae Divina sunt, Imperiale aliquod jus habere: ⟨p. 591⟩Trouble not your self, 3my Lord, to think, that you have any Princely Power over those things, that pertain to God.
Wée flatter our Princes, M. Hardinge, as Nathan flattered Kinge Dauid: as Iohn Baptiste flattered Herode: as S. Ambrose flattered Theodosius, and as salte flattereth the gréene soare. In déede wée despise not the Minister of God, as sundrie of your felowes haue vsed to doe:1 of whom one doubteth not to saie, The Pope is the Heade: and Kinges, and Emperours are the Feete. An other saithe, The Prieste is so farre aboue the Kinge, as a Man is aboue a Beaste. Sutche woordes of contempt, and villanie we haue not vsed. Wée yelde to the Kinge, that is dewe to the Kinge: wée yelde to God, that is dewe to God. Wée saie to the Prince,