An Exlamation upon the erronious and fantasticall sprite of heresy, troubling the unitie of the
Church, deceaving the simple Christian, with her unperfect, unprofitable & vayn wordes.
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O Heresy, with frenesy,
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disobedience and pride.
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Hast lead mans mind, with fancies blind
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headlong runnyng farre wyde,
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From the pathway, to Christ, I saye
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o fonde folish vayne guyde.
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Brought many one, to perdicion,
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to play a desperate parte,
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Made devition, in eche Region,
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a false traitour thou arte,
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To God above, the knotte of love
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to Christ Church to subvert.
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The Sacramentes, our regimentes,
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of health .vii. giftes of grace,
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when we doo fall, through synne, to call
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for them, our great solace,
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A remedie, for eche degree,
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Gods fovour to pourchace.
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Babtisme is one: Confirmation:
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with trew Penaunce certayne:
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wedlocke to endure: Presthod most pure:
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Christ body to remayne:
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At our last ende, suche grace God sende,
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Extreme Unction to attayne.
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By which all we, membres knitte be
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to Christ, our most chiefe head,
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In unitie, through his Bodie,
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which dyde for quicke and dead:
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Christs Church likewise, doth Sacrifise
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the same, in fourme of bread.
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Very flesh and blood, our daily food,
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in us to byde and dwell,
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Bi whom we move, live ever through love
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in vertew to excell.
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The other dead be, not in this bodie,
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shall perish, and burne in hell.
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O infidell, darest thou rebell,
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against Christes humane body:
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Thymage to grave, pictures to have,
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thou calst ydolatry.
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The layemans booke, theron to looke,
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to folow their lyves by.
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God doth forbed, ydoles indede:
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for ydolatry playne,
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Doth signify, thynges made therby,
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not havyng life certayne,
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which represent, a false entent,
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that worke of man is vayne.
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The ymage of man, is Gods worke than
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praise him in his sayntes daily:
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Their ymage to make, for vertew sake,
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no good man can denye.
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His sayntes livyng, for us praiyng,
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to have their memory.
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whose fame immortall, dye never shall:
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the Just man lyves forever,
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where the unjust, is scatred like dust.
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consumed with the wether.
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whose mortall fame, dyeth with shame,
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no mention of him never.
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O Traitour untrue, to Christ Jesu,
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his ymage to deface,
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To set at nought, hym that the bought.
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thou arte cleane voide of grace:
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whose remembraunce, thou ought tadvaunce
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with his sayntes in eche place.
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whose life & dayes, in penaunce alwayes
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dyd byde Religiously,
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In praier by night, with the world to fight,
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and wunne the victory,
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Their vow thei kepte, bi the flesh ne slept
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most chaste Virgens dyd dye.
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Thou counterfaite, O foule disceate,
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a false fayth to entende,
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To breake thy vowe, for thy lust nowe,
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death needes must be thy ende:
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Dew execution, to thy confusion,
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Christ churche for to defende.
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whose unitie, by antiquitie.
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universall is knowne,
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Continewed, from Rome the hed,
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by trew succession,
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By Counsels tride, the truthe out spide,
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of Gods sprite, longe agone.
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O heresy, thou walkest awrye
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abrode to gadde or raunge,
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[L]ike false brethren, deceave children,
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this Churche, nowe for to chaunge:
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Her praier by night, to banish quight,
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with new inventions straunge.
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To breake also, thy first faith to,
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through wilfull impietie:
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For thy debate, excommunicate,
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from Christ spousesse holy,
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Thou canst not accord, with thi spouse & lord
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that livest in advoutry.
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Runnyng retchlesse. from thy spousesse
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Christ Churche, most Chatholike,
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whose company, God kepes truly.
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to banish the heretike,
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Her errours all, schismatical
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out of this churche to strike,
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From her ne swerve, lest thou do sterve
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with childer reprobate,
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whose parentes be, iniquitie,
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gotte by the sprite debate,
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Thunlauful spouses, whose workes dout-les,
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as hypocrites God doth hate.
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Repent & tourne, your lives refourme
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Come to Christes Church most trew,
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with humilitie, reconsilde to be,
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to the mother of vertew,
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which night and day, serves God alway,
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whose faith, her childre ensew.
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And doo endure, in one pasture,
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of one folde styll together,
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Both all and some, lest the wolfe come,
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them for to discever,
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From our Pastour, which doth succour,
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keepe, and defende us ever.
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