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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
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Thinkest to escape, or that the LORD will not require the blood of his Saints at thy hands. Thy GOD which is the work of thy hands, and whom thou sayest thou hast power to make. That thy Deaf ⟨image 28⟩and dumb God will not in deed, nor can not (although thou art not ashamed to call him thy Maker) make the to escape the revenging hand of the high and almighty God. But be thou assured, our living Lord, our saviour and redeemer, which setteth on the right hand of his father in glory, he seeth all thy wicked ways and cruelty done to his dear members, and he will not forget his holy ones. And his hands, O thou whorish drab, shalt thou never escape. In stead of my farewell, to the now I say. Fie upon thee. Fie upon the filthy drab and all thy false prophets.
Thinckest to escape, or that the LORDE will not require the bloude of hys Sainctes at thy handes. Thy GOD whyche is the woorke of thy handes, and whome thou sayest thou hast power to make. That thy Deafe ⟨image 28⟩and dum God will not in dede, nor can not (althoughe thou arte not ashamed to call him thy Maker) make the to escape the reuenginge hande of the highe and almightye God. But be thou assured, oure liuinge Lord, our sauiour and redemer, which setteth on the righthād of his father in glorye, he seeth all thy wicked wais and cruelty done to his deare members, and he will not forget his holye ones. And his handes, O thou whorish drabbe, shalt thou neuer escape. In steade of my farewell, to the nowe I say. Fie vpon the. Fie vpon the filthye drabbe and all thy false prophets.
Yet O thou London, I may not leave thee thus, although thy Episcopal sea, now being joined in league with the seat of Satan, thus hath now both handled me & the Saints of God, yet I do not ⟨image 28⟩doubt but in that great City there be many privy mourners which daily mourneth for that mischief which never did nor shall consent to that wickedness, but do detest & abhor it as the ways of Satan. But these privy mourners here I will pass by and bid them farewell with their fellows hereafter, when the place and occasion shall more conveniently require. Among the worshipful of the City, and specially which were in office of the mayoralty, yea and in other Citizens also whom to name now it shall not be necessary. In the time of my ministry, which was from the latter part of sir Rowland Hills year, unto sir George Barnes year, and a great part thereof, I do acknowledge that I found no small humanity and gentleness, as me thought. But to say the truth that I esteem