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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.
If any of all your old hearers, would thus put you in remembrance, alas what answer could you make him?
If any of al your olde hearers, woulde thus put you in remembrance, alas what answeare coulde you make him?
But, it was not you, M. Harding: it was the time. If the time had been one, you had still continued one. But ye were forced to know, that ye knew not: and to think, that ye thought not: and so, to believe, that ye believed not. How be it, S Hilarie saithe, Quae ex necessitate est, Fides nō est: Forced Faithe is no Faith.
But, it was not you, M. Hardinge: it was the time. If the time had beene one, you had stil continued one. But ye were forced to know, that ye knewe not: and to thinke, that ye thought not: and so, to beleeue, that ye beleeued not. How be it, S Hilarie saithe, Quae ex necessitate est, Fides nō est: Forced Faithe is no Faithe.
Ye say, Who so ever shall attempt to answer your Book, shall sweat in vain. His labour shall be, as was the Commendation of Baldness, or of Ignorance, or of Folly: as a flourish, as a Smoke, as a Smother, and as, I know not what. The force of your Eloquence is so invincible: No Trueth is able to withstand it. Such affiance ye would seem to have in the beauty of your Cause.
Ye saye, VVho so euer shal attempte to ansvveare your Booke, shal sweate in vaine. His labour shalbe, as vvas the Commendation of Baldenesse, or of Ignorance, or of Folie: as a floorishe, as a Smoke, as a Smooder, and as, I know not what. The force of your Eloquence is so inuincible: No Trueth is hable to withstande it. Suche affiance ye woulde seeme to haue in the bewtie of your Cause.