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Acts and monuments of matters most special and memorable, happening in the Church. [vol.…Actes and monuments of matters most speciall and memorable, happenyng in the Church. [vol.…
Acts and monuments of matters most special and memorable, happening in the Church. [vol. 2, part 2] with an universal history of the same, wherein is set forth at large the whole race and course of the Church, from the primitive age to these latter times of ours, with the bloody times, horrible troubles, and great persecutions against the true martyrs of Christ, sought and wrought as well by heathen emperors, as now lately practised by Romish prelates, especially in this realm of England and Scotland. Newly revised and recognised, partly also augmented, and now the fourth time again published and recommended to the studious reader, by the author (through the help of Christ our Lord) John Fox, which desireth thee good reader to help him with thy prayer.Actes and monuments of matters most speciall and memorable, happenyng in the Church. [vol. 2, part 2] with an vniuersall history of the same, wherein is set forth at large the whole race and course of the Church, from the primitiue age to these latter tymes of ours, with the bloudy times, horrible troubles, and great persecutions agaynst the true martyrs of Christ, sought and wrought as well by heathen emperours, as nowe lately practised by Romish prelates, especially in this realme of England and Scotland. Newly reuised and recognised, partly also augmented, and now the fourth time agayne published and recommended to the studious reader, by the author (through the helpe of Christ our Lord) Iohn Foxe, which desireth thee good reader to helpe him with thy prayer.
London: printed by John Daye, 1583London: printed by Iohn Daye, 1583
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And yet in your afflictions I am your perfect peace. For in the world ye shall have woe, Because ye are unknown: And for because ye hate the world, The world will love his own. Be fervent therefore to the death, Against all their decrees: And God shall surely fight for thee Against thine enemies. Commit your cause unto the Lord, Revenge not any evil: And thou shalt see the wicked want, When thou shalt have thy will: For all afflictions that may fall, That they can say or do: They are not sure of the wealth, We shall attain unto. For I have seen the sinners spread, Their branches like a bay: And yet ere one could turn his head, Were withered clean away. Beware that money make ye not In riches to arise Against the goodness of the Lord, Among the worldly wise. For many mischiefs it hath made, That may not be expressed: And many evils it hath begun, Which may not be redressed. For money maketh many one, In riches to rebel: And he that maketh gold a God, He hath a soul to sell. It maketh Kings to kill and slay, And wast their wits in war: In leaving of the Wolfe at home, To hunt the Fox a far. And where they should see justice done And set their realm in rest: By money they be made a mean, To see the poor oppressed▪ It maketh Lords obey the laws That they do ill and nought: It maketh Bishops suck the blood, That God hath dearly bought. And where they should be faithful friends And father to the flock: By money they do turn about, Even like a weather Cock. The Priest doth make a money mean To have again his whores, To put away his wedded wife, And children out of doors. It holdeth back the husbandman, Which may not be forborne: And will not suffer him to sow, And cast abroad his corn. In like case it doth let again, When that the seed they sow: It choketh up the corn again, So that it cannot grow. The husband he would have a wife, With nobles new and old: The wife would have the husband hanged That she might have his gold, It maketh murders many a one, And beareth much with blood: The child would see the parents slain▪ To seize upon their good. And though it be a blessed thing, Created in the kind: It is a necessary evil, Annexed to the mind. For who so playeth with the pitch, His fingers are defiled: And he that maketh gold a God Shall surely be beguiled. Be friendly to the fatherless, And all that are oppressed:
And yet in your afflictions I am your perfect peace. For in the worlde ye shall haue woe, Because ye are vnknowne: And for because ye hate the world, The world will loue his owne. Be feruent therefore to the death, Agaynst all their decrees: And God shall surely fight for thee Agaynst thine enemies. Commit your cause vnto the Lord, Reuenge not any euill: And thou shalt see the wicked want, When thou shalt haue thy will: For all afflictions that may fall, That they can say or doe: They are not sure of the wealth, We shall attayne vnto. For I haue seene the sinners spread, Theyr braunches like a bay: And yet ere one could turne his head, Were withered cleane away. Beware that mony make ye not In riches to aryse Agaynst the goodnes of the Lord, Among the worldly wise. For many mischiefes it hath made, That may not be exprest: And many euils it hath begonne, Which may not be redrest. For money maketh many one, In riches to rebell: And he that maketh gold a God, He hath a soule to sell. It maketh Kinges to kill and slay, And wast their wittes in warre: In leauing of the Wolfe at home, To hunt the Foxe a farre. And where they should see iustice done And set their realme in rest: By mony they be made a meane, To see the poore opprest It maketh Lordes obey the lawes That they doe ill and nought: It maketh Bishops suck the bloud, That God hath dearely bought. And where they shuld be faythfull friends And father to the flocke: By money they do turne about, Euen like a weather Cock. The Prieste doth make a mony meane To haue agayne his whoores, To put away his wedded wife, And children out of doores. It holdeth backe the husbandman, Which may not be forborne: And will not suffer him to sow, And cast abroad his corne. In like case it doth let agayne, When that the seede they sowe: It choketh vp the corne agayne, So that it cannot growe. The husband he would haue a wife, With nobles new and olde: The wife would haue the husband hangd That she might haue his gold, It maketh murthers many a one, And beareth much with bloud: The childe would see the parentes slayne To sease vppon their good. And though it be a blessed thing, Created in the kinde: It is a necessary euill, Annexed to the mind. For who so playeth with the pitch, His fingers are defiled: And he that maketh gold a God Shall surely be beguiled. Be frendly to the fatherles, And all that are opprest: