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An exposition upon the song of the blessed virgin Mary, called Magnificat Where unto…An exposicion vpon the songe of the blessed virgine Mary, called Magnificat Where vnto…
An exposition upon the song of the blessed virgin Mary, called Magnificat Where unto are added the songs of Salve regina, Benedictus and Nu[n]c dimittis. Translated out of latin into English by John Hollybush.An exposicion vpon the songe of the blessed virgine Mary, called Magnificat Where vnto are added the songes of Salue regina, Benedictus and Nu[n]c dimittis. Translated out of latine into Englysh by Ihon Hollybush.
Southwark : J. Nicholson, 1538
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
By this now is it evident, & we may guess by this which be the true honour, wherewith she must be honoured, if she per chance hath need of it. But how shall we say to her▪ Look upon her words, and they ⟨image 31⟩shall teach the to say thus: O thou blessed virgin and mother of God, how vile and despised werest thou? yet not withstanding God did wend so mercifully and richly his sight toward thee, and hath wrought great things in thee, whereof thou werest never one worthy: and the overflowing grace of God in thee is far above thy deservings. Happy art thou & blessed art thou from that time forth for ever, the which hast found such a God. Neither needeth any man to think that she will not be pleased, if she be said to be unworthy of so great favour: verily she failed not, when she granted of her own mind that she was vile and unworthy, that God did look upon her for none of her merits or deserving, but of his mere and only grace.
By thys now is it euident, & we maye gesse by thys whyche be the true honoure, wherewyth she must be honoured, yf she per chaunce hath nede of it. But howe shall we saye to her▪ Loke vpon hir wordes, and they ⟨image 31⟩shall teache the to saye thus: O thou blessed virgine and mother of God, howe vyle and despysed werest thou? yet not wythstandynge God dyd wende so mercyfullye and rychely hys syghte towarde the, and hathe wrought great thynges in the, wherof thou werest neuer one worthy: and the ouerflowynge grace of God in the is farre aboue thy deseruynges. Happy arte thou & blessed arte thou from that tyme forth for euer, the which hast founde such a God. Nother nedeth ony man to thynke that she wyl not be pleased, yf she be sayde to be vnworthy of so greate fauoure: veryly she fayled not, whan she graunted of hyr owne mynde yt she was vyle and vnworthy, that God dyd loke vpon her for none of hyr merites or deseruynge, but of hys mere and only grace.