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A view of a seditious bull sent into England, from Pius Quintus Bishop of…A viewe of a seditious bul sent into Englande, from Pius Quintus Bishop of…
A view of a seditious bull sent into England, from Pius Quintus Bishop of Rome, anno. 1569. Taken by the reverend Father in God, John Jewel, late Bishop of Salisbury. Whereunto is added a short treatise of the holy Scriptures. Both which he delivered in divers sermons in his cathedral church of Salisbury, anno. 1570A viewe of a seditious bul sent into Englande, from Pius Quintus Bishop of Rome, anno. 1569. Taken by the reuerende Father in God, Iohn Iewel, late Bishop of Salisburie. Wherevnto is added a short treatise of the holy Scriptures. Both which he deliuered in diuers sermons in his cathedral church of Salisburie, anno. 1570
London: printed by R. Newberie & H. Bynneman, 1582
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
Who hath not heard the story of Jonah? Jonah was in a Whales belly: The place was very dark: the waves beat on every side: he was drowned, yet touched no water: he was swallowed up, yet not consumed: he lived without any sense of life: the fish was his death, y• sea was death, & the tempest was death: yet he died not, but lived in the mids of death: he could not see, he could not hear, he knew not to whom he might call for help: he was taken & carried away, he knew not whether. Let us mark well this story, it is a true pattern of our estate, & showeth what our life is in this world. We are beset with like dangers, we are driven with tempests we are drowned in like floods, we live in the middest of horrible darkness, we are carried we know not whether.
Who hath not heard the story of Ionas? Ionas was in a Whales belly: The place was very darke: the waues beat on euery side: he was drowned, yet touched no water: he was swallowed vp, yet not consumed: he liued without any sense of life: the fish was his death, y• sea was death, & the tempest was death: yet he died not, but liued in the mids of death: he could not sée, he could not heare, he knew not to whom he might call for helpe: hée was taken & carried away, he knew not whether. Let vs marke well this storie, it is a true pattern of our estate, & sheweth what our life is in this worlde. We are beset wt like dangers, we are driuen wt tēpests we are drowned in like flouds, we liue in ye middest of horrible darknes, we are caried we know not whether.
The Philosopher telleth us, trueth & falsehood are nigh neighbours, and dwell one by the other: the utter porch of the one is like the porch of the other, yet their way is contrary: the one leadeth to life, the other leadeth to death: they differ ⟨p. 137⟩little to the show save that oft times the door of falsehood is fair, painted, graven, and beautifully adorned: but the door or fore front of trueth, is plain and homely. Thereby it happeneth that men be deceived, they mistake the door, and go into errors house, when they seek truth. They call evil good, falsehood truth, & darkness light. They forsake that is good, deny the truth, and love not the light. This moved S. Paul to say of his brethren the Jews: