A16573:638
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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Again saith Christ: Come unto me, all •ee that labour and are laden, and I will re•esh you. Let us a little look on this letter: Come unto me. Who should come? Lords, Priests, Holy men, Monks, Friars? Yea, •oblers, Tinkers, whores, thieves, murderers also, if they lament their sins. Come unto me (saith he) all ye that labour •nd are laden, that is, which are afraid of •our sins. And what wilt thou do, Lord? And I will refresh you (saith he.)
Againe sayth Christ: Come vnto me, all •ee that labour and are laden, and I will re•esh you. Let vs a litle looke on this letter: Come vnto me. Who should come? Lords, Priests, Holy men, Monkes, Friers? Yea, •oblers, Tinkers, whores, théeues, mur•herers also, if they lament their sinnes. Come vnto me (sayth he) all ye that labour •nd are laden, that is, which are afrayd of •our sinnes. And what wilt thou do, Lord? And I wil refresh you (sayth he.)
O, what a thing is this: And I will re•esh you? Wot you who spake this? He •hat never told lye: He is the trueth, there •as never guile found in his mouth: and •ow will he be untrue to thee, good brother, which art sorry for thy grievous sins? No •rsooth: heaven and earth shall pass and pe•ish, but his word shall never fail.