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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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Where ye say, you, and your Fellows have espied a thousand foul great Lies in my writings: had not one of you been a great Father of Lies, ye could never have hit so readily upon the number. Such an Auditor, I trow,1 was he, that found us out eleven thousand Lies in Sleidan's story. The very multitude hereof, and the hugeness of the heap, as it be wraieth well your stomach, so in any indifferent judgement, it decayeth the credit of your reckoning. A man may reasonably think, it is as possible, to find two hundred, and fifty Untruths in your Book, as in mine to find a thousand. Verily, as I never minded to defend any thing, what so ever, that in any my writings, shall be found amiss, so I see, by the view of your accounts, it were no hard matter, with your eyes, to find Untruths in the Gospel. For what so ever I say, be it never so true, yet, if it like not your taste, it is a Lie: Whatsoever I allege, or translate, it is corrupted. So evil is my luck: I can touch nothing, but it is either too much, or too little: or too short, or too long: or too black, or too white: or one way, or other it standeth awry.2 If I translate, Nonnulli Sacerdotes, Sundry Priests, ye cry out, A corrupter, a falsarie. I should have said, Certain Priests, or, Somme Priests: but I should not in any wise have said, Sundry.
VVhere yee saie, you, and your Felowes haue espied a thousande fowle greate Lies in my writinges: had not one of you benne a greate Father of Lies, ye coulde neuer haue hitte so readily vpon the number. Sutche an Auditoure, I trowe,1 was he, that founde vs oute eleuen thousande Lies in Sleidans storie. The very multitude hereof, and the hugenesse of the heape, as it be wraieth wel your stomake, so in any indifferent iudgemente, it decaieth the credite of your reckeninge. A man maie reasonably thinke, it is as possible, to finde twoo hundred, and fiftie Vntruthes in your Booke, as in mine to finde a thousande. Verily, as I neuer minded to defende any thinge, what so euer, that in any my writinges, shalbe founde amisse, so I see, by the viewe of your accomptes, it were no harde mater, with your eies, to finde Vntruthes in the Gospel. For what so euer I saie, be it neuer so true, yet, if it like not your taste, it is a Lie: VVhatsoeuer I allege, or translate, it is corrupted. So euil is my lucke: I can touche nothinge, but it is either too mutche, or too litle: or too shorte, or too longe: or too blacke, or too white: or one waie, or other it standeth awry.