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A friendly farewell which Master Doctor Ridley, late Bishop of London did write being…A frendly farewel which Master Doctor Ridley, late Bishop of London did write beinge…
A friendly farewell which Master Doctor Ridley, late Bishop of London did write being prisoner in Oxford, unto all his true lovers and friends in God, a little before that he suffered for the testimony of the truth of Christ his Gospel. Newly set forth and allowed according to the order appointed in the Queens Majesties injunctions.A frendly farewel which Master Doctor Ridley, late Bishop of London did write beinge prisoner in Oxeforde, vnto all his true louers and frendes in God, a litle before that he suffred for the testimony of the truthe of Christ his Gospell. Newly setforth and allowed according to the order apoynted in the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions.
London: printed by John Day, 1559London: printed by Ihon Day, 1559
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.
Our weapons therefore are faith ⟨image 21⟩hope and Charity, righteousness, truth, patience, prayer unto God: and our sword wherewith me smite our enemies, we beat and batter, & bear down all falsehood, is the word of God. With these weapons under the banner of the Cross of Christ we do fight: ever having an eye upon our grand Master, Duke, and captain Christ. And then we reckon our selves to triumph and to win the crown of everlasting bliss: when enduring in this battle without any shrinking or yielding to the enemies after the example of our grand Captain Christ our Master, after the example of his holy Prophets, apostles and martyrs, when (I say) we are slain in our mortal bodies of our enemies, & are most cruelly & without all mercy murdered down like a mainy of sheep. And the more ⟨image 21⟩cruel, the more painful the more vile and spiteful is the kind of the death, whereunto we be put the more glorious in God, the more blessed and happy we reckon without all doubts our martyrdom to be.
Oure weapons therefore are faith ⟨image 21⟩hope and Charitie, righteousnesse, truthe, pacience, praier vnto God: and our sword wherwith me smite our enemies, we beat and batter, & beare down al falshed, is the word of God. With these weapōs vnder the banner of the Crosse of Christe we do fighte: euer hauinge an eie vpon our graund Master, Duke, and capitaine Christ. And then we recken oure selues to triumph and to winne the crowne of euerlasting blisse: when enduringe in this battell without anye shrinking or yelding to the ennemies after the example of oure graunde Capitaine Christe oure Master, after the example of his holye Prophets, apostles and martirs, when (I say) we are slaine in our mortall bodies of our ennemies, & are most cruelly & without all mercy murdered down like a mainy of shepe. And the more ⟨image 21⟩cruell, the more painefull the more vile and spitefull is the kind of the death, wherunto we be put ye more glorious in God, the more blessed and happy we recken withoute all doubtes our martirdome to be.