A16573:605
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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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.
If, dearly beloved, his face be so terrible and intolerable for sinners, and the wicked: what trow we his hand is? At the face and appearing of Gods anger, the earth trembleth: but we earth, earth, yea, stones, iron, flints, tremble nothing at all. If we will not tremble in hearing, woe unto us, for then shall we be crashed in pieces in feeling. If a Lyon roar, the beasts quake: but we are worse then beasts, which quake nothing at the roaring of the Lyon, I mean the Lord of hosts. And why? because the curse of God, hardness of heart, is already fallen upon us, or else we ⟨image 39⟩could not but lament and tremble for our sins: If not for the shame and foulness thereof, yet at the least, for the malediction and curse of God, which hangeth over us for our sins.
If, déerely beloued, his face bee so terrible and intolerable for sinners, and the wicked: what trow wée his hand is? At the face and appearing of Gods anger, the earth trembleth: but we earth, earth, yea, stones, yron, flints, tremble nothing at all. If wee will not tremble in hearing, woe vnto vs, for then shall we bee crashed in pieces in féeling. If a Lyon roare, the beastes quake: but wee are worse then beasts, which quake nothing at the roring of the Lyon, I meane ye Lord of hosts. And why? because the curse of God, hardnes of heart, is already fallen vpon vs, or else we ⟨image 39⟩