A04917:138
A godly letter sent too the faithful in London, Newcastle, Berwick, and to all…A godly letter sent too the fayethfull in London, Newcastell, Barwyke, and to all…
A godly letter sent too the faithful in London, Newcastle, Berwick, and to all other within the realm off England, that love the co[m]minge of our Lord Jesus by John KnoxA godly letter sent too the fayethfull in London, Newcastell, Barwyke, and to all other within the realme off Englande, that loue the co[m]minge of oure Lorde Iesus by Ihon Knox
Rome: printed by J. Lambrecht? for H. Singleton, 1554
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.
¶A plague threatened too England.
¶A plague threatned too Englande.
O England / 1let thy intestine batteries & domesticall murder / provoke the to purity of life / according to the word / which openly hath been proclaimed in the / other wise the cup of the Lords wrath / thou shalt shortly drink of. The multitude shall not escape / but shall drink the dregs / and have the cup broken upon their heads / 2for judgement beginning in the house of the Lord / commonly the least offender is first punished / to provoke the more wicked too repentance. But O Lord / infinite mercy / if thou shalt punish / make not consummation / but cut away the proud & luxuriant bran ches / which bear no fruit / and preserve the common wealths / of such as give succour & harbour / to thy contemned messengers / which long have suffered exile in desert / so be it.
O Englande / 1let thy intestiue batteries & domesticall murther / prouoke the to purety of lyfe / according to the worde / whiche openly hath bene proclaymed in the / other wise the cuppe of the Lordes wrathe / thou shalt shortly drinke of. The multitude shall not escape / but shall drynke the dregges / and haue the cuppe broken vpon their heades / 2for iudgement beginninge in the house of the Lorde / commonly the least offendor is fyrst punished / to prouoke the more weked too repentaunce. But O Lorde / infinite mercye / yf thou shalt punishe / make not consumacion / but cut awaye the proude & luxuriant braū ches / which beare no fruyte / and preserue the cō mon wealths / of suche as geue succour & herber / to thy contempned messengers / which lōge haue suffred exile in deserte / so be it.