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A reply unto M. Hardinges answerA replie vnto M. Hardinges ansvveare
A reply unto M. Hardinges answer by perusing whereof the discrete, and diligent reader may easily see, the weak, and unstable grounds of the Romaine religion, which of late hath been accounted Catholic. By John Jewel Bishop of Salisbury.A replie vnto M. Hardinges ansvveare by perusinge whereof the discrete, and diligent reader may easily see, the weake, and vnstable groundes of the Romaine religion, whiche of late hath beene accompted Catholique. By Iohn Iewel Bishoppe of Sarisburie.
Imprinted at London : In Fleetestreate, at the sign of the Black Oliphant, by Henry Wykes, Anno. 1565Imprinted at London : In Fleetestreate, at the signe of the Blacke Oliphante, by Henry VVykes, Anno. 1565
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.
Touching looseness of life, I marvel, ye can so soon forget, either your Church of Rome, where,1 as S. Bernard said in his time, From the Head to the Foot, there was no part whole: Or the Popes Holiness own Palace:2 where, as the same S. Bernard saith, Mali proficiunt, boni deficiunt: The wicked grow forward, the godly go backward.
Touchinge loosenesse of life, I marueile, ye can so soone forgeate, either your Churche of Rome, where,1 as S. Bernarde saide in his time, From the Heade to the Foote, there vvas no parte vvhole: Or the Popes Holinesse owne Palace:2 where, as the same S. Bernard saith, Mali proficiunt, boni deficiunt: The vvicked grovv forevvarde, the godly goe backevvarde.
- 1Bernard. in Con version Pauli.Bernard. in Cō uersione Pauli.
- 2De Consideratio. lib. 4.
Verily,1 we have neither Stews, nor Concubines, nor Courtesans set out, and decked as Ladies, nor Priests, nor Prelates to wait upon them, as, by your own friends Confession, there are in Rome. There is no Virtue, but we advance it: there is no Vice, but we condemn it. To be short, a light wanton amongst us, if she were in Rome, might seem Penelope.
Verily,1