A16573:604
The complaint of verity, madeThe complaynt of veritie, made
The complaint of verity, made by John Bradford. An exhortation of Matthew Rogers, unto his children. The complaint of Raufe Allerton and others, being prisoners in Lollers tower, & written with their blood, how god was their comfort. A song of Cain and Abel. The saying of master Hooper, that he wrote the night before he suffered, upon a wall with a coal, in the new In, at Gloucester, and his saying at his deathThe complaynt of veritie, made by Iohn Bradford. An exhortacion of Mathewe Rogers, vnto his children. The complaynt of Raufe Allerton and others, being prisoners in Lolers tower, & wrytten with their bloud, how god was their comforte. A songe of Caine and Abell. The saieng of maister Houper, that he wrote the night before he suffered, vppon a wall with a cole, in the newe In, at Gloceter, and his saiyng at his deathe
London: printed for Owen Rogers?, 1559
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Tell me now, good brother, why do you so lightly consider Gods curse, that for your sins past, you are so careless, as though you had made a covenant with death and damnation, as the wicked did in Isaiah's time? What is Gods curse? At the Popes curse with book, bell, and candle, O, how trembled we, which heard it, but only though the same was not directed unto us, but unto others? For this Gods curse, which is incomparable, more sell and importable, and is directed to us, yea, hanging over us, all by reason of our sins: alas, how careless are we? O faithless hard ⟨image 38⟩hearts. O Jezebels guests, rocked and laid asleep in her bed. O wicked wretches, which being come into the depth of sin, do contemn the same. O sorrowless sinners, and shameless shrinking harlots.
Tell me now, good brother, why do you so lightly consider Gods curse, that for your sinnes past, you are so carelesse, as though you had made a couenant with death and damnation, as the wicked did in Esayes time? What is Gods curse? At the Popes curse with booke, bell, and candle, O, how trembled wee, which heard it, but onely though the same was not directed vnto vs, but vnto others? For this Gods curse, which is incomparable, more sell and importable, and is directed to vs, yea, hanging ouer vs, all by reason of our sinnes: alas, how carelesse are wee? O faithlesse hard ⟨image 38⟩hearts. O Iezabels ghests, rocked and layd asléepe in her bedde. O wicked wretches, which béeing come into the depth of sinne, doe contemne the same. O sorrowlesse sinners, and shamelesse shrinking harlottes.
Is not the anger of a King death? and is the anger of the King of all Kings, a matter to be so lightly regarded as we do regard it, which for our sins are so reckless, that we slug and sleep it out? As wax melteth away at the heat of the fire (saith David) so do the wicked perish at the face or countenance of the Lord.
Is not the anger of a King death? and is the anger of the King of all Kings, a matter to be so lightly regarded as wee doe regard it, which for our sinnes are so retchlesse, that we slugge and sléepe it out? As waxe melteth away at the heate of the fire (sayth Dauid) so doe the wicked perish at the face or countenance of the Lord.