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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
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Of your person, as I promised, I will say nothing. God's works be wonderful.1 He calleth, whom he vvil: and whom he vvil, he maketh hard. He called Paul from his horse: Elizaeus from the Plough: the Apostles from their Nets: and the Thief on the Cross, upon the Sudden.
Of your personne, as I promised, I wil say nothinge. Goddes woorkes be woonderful.1 He calleth, vvhom he vvil: and vvhom he vvil, he maketh harde. He called Paule from his horse: Elizaeus from the Plough: the Apostles from their Nettes: and the Theefe on the Crosse, vpon the Suddaine.
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But if some simple one, or other, of them, whom you so uncourteously have ⟨image 340⟩despised, should say thus unto you: M. Harding, not long sithence ye taught us the Gospel, even in like sort, and form, in all respects, as it is taught us now. We remember both your words, and also the manner, and courage of your utterance. Ye told us of the Paper walls, and painted Fires of Purgatory: Ye said, Rome was the sink of Sodom: ye said, your Mass was a heap of Idolatry, and the Mystery of Iniquity: ye wished your voice had been equal with the great Belle of Oseney, that ye might ring, as ye then said, in the dull ears of the deaf Papists. No man was so vehement, and so earnest, as you. The whole University, and City of Oxford, the Cross at Pauls, and other like places of great concourse can well record it. Ye bade us then believe you upon your credit: and we believed you. The Prince died: an other was placed. Suddenly ye had quite forgotten all, that ye had taught us before: and had as suddenly learned other things, all contrary to the former: which, ye told us, ye never knew before: and yet, with one face, and one conscience, ye required us earnestly to believe you still, even as we had done before. As though your bare word were the rule of our Faith and, what so ever you should say, true, or false, we simple people were bound of necessity to believe you. How be it, we think, if ye tell us trueth now, then ye deceived us before: if ye told us Trueth before, then ye deceive us now. And thus it cannot be denied, but this way, or that way, ye have deceived us. And how may we know, whether you speak, as you think, or dissemble with us now,