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The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings…The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges…
The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings Majesty [with?]in his graces palace at Westminster, the xv. day of March [-xix day of April], M.ccccc.xlix.The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges Maiestie [with?]in his graces palayce at Westminster, ye xv. day of Marche [-xix daye of Apryll], M.ccccc.xlix.
printed by John Day, 1549printed by Jhon Day, 1549
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Woe worth these gifts, they subvert justice every where. Sequuntur retributions. They follow bribes. Some what was given to them before, and they must needs give somewhat again,1 for give gaffe was a good fellow, this give gaffe led them clean from justice. They follow gifts.
Wo worth these giftes, they subuerte iustyce euerye where. Sequuntur retributiones. They folowe brybes. Some what was geuen to them before, and they muste nedes geue somewhat againe,1 for giffe gaffe was a good felow, thys gyffe gaffe led them clene frō iustice. Thei folow giftes.
- 1Gyffe Gaffe was a good fellow.Gyffe Gaffe was a good fellowe.
A good fellow on a time bad an other of his friends to a breakfast, and said: If you will come you shall be welcome, but I tell you afore hand, you shall have but slender fare, one dish and that is all,1 what is that said he? A pudding, and nothing else. Mary said he, you can not please me better, of all meats that is for mine own tooth, you may draw me round a boute the town with a pudding. These bribing magistrates,2 and judges follow gifts faster, then the fellow would follow the pudding,
A good fellowe on a tyme bad an other of hys frendes to a breakefaste, and sayed: Yf you wyl come you shalbe welcome, but I tel you afore hande, you shal haue but slender fare, one dysh and that is al,1 what is that sayed he? A puddynge, and nothynge els. Mary sayed he, you can not please me better, of all meates that is for myne owne toth, you may draw me round a boute the town with a pudding. These brybynge magystrates,