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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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Here, I beseech you, give me leave, once again to put you in remembrance of the Contents, and Substance of your travails. Think you in soothe, M. Harding, or would ye have us to think, that your maimed Allegations: your untrue Translations: your wrested Expositions: your Councils never holden: your Canons never, nor made, nor seen: your Epistles never Written: your Amphilochius, your Obadiah, your Clemens, your Leontius, your Hippolytus, and other like fabulous pamphlets, and forgeries, so lately found out, so long lacked, and never missed: your Additions, your Diminutions, your Alterations, your Corruptions of the Doctors: your Contrarieties, and Contradictions against your self: your Surmises, your Guesses, your Dreams, your Visions: your Elenches, your Fallacies, your silly Syllogisms, without either Mood, or Figure, or Sequel in Reason: and, to conclude, your Untruths, so plain, so evident, so manifest, and so many can never be answered? Is Simple Trueth become so weak? Or, is Error, and Falsehood grown so strong?
Here, I beseeche you, geue me leaue, once againe to put you in remembrance of the Contentes, and Substance of your trauailes. Thinke you in soothe, M. Harding, or woulde ye haue vs to thinke, that your maimed Allegations: your vntrue Translations: your wreasted Expositions: your Councelles neuer holden: your Canons neuer, nor made, nor seene: your Epistles neuer VVritten: your Amphilochius, your Abdias, your Clemens, your Leontius, your Hippolytus, and other like fabulous pamflettes, and forgeries, so lately founde out, so longe lacked, and neuer missed: your Additions, your Diminutions, your Alterations, your Corruptions of the Doctours: your Contrarieties, and Contradictions against your selfe: your Surmises, your Gheasses, your Dreames, your Visions: your Elenches, your Fallacies, your seely Syllogismes, without either Moode, or Figure, or Sequele in Reason: and, to conclude, your Vntruethes, so plaine, so euidente, so manifest, and so many can neuer be answeared? Is Simple Trueth become so weake? Or, is Errour, and Falshead growen so stronge?
O M. Harding, you know right well the weakness of your side. No man seeth it better, then your self. If you will dissemble, and say, ye •e it not, Open your eyes: behold your own Book: and you shall see it. You have forced the Old Doctors, and Ancient Fathers, to speak your mind, and not their own. And therefore they are now your Children: they are no Fathers: they are now your Scholars: you have set them to School: they are no Doctors. You should have brought some Trueth for proof of your purpose: The World will not now be lead with Lies.