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HEresie, O Lorde, is the spurre of dung∣hil cocks and hire∣linges, which faint and will not fight in thy quar∣rell against the wolfe, for the sheepe of thy pasture. Let not this spur blind the eies of chri∣stians, let it not shut vppe the windowe of thy will. Thy truth defende O Gratious God, and with the whippe of thy iudge∣ment scourge al penie gospel∣lers, and scowre thy fathers house, which must be a house of praier, that thy worde may
be truly preached, which is thy power vnto saluation. Grant vnto vs the pure bread of life, let it not bee sowred with the leuen of vnseasoned Rabbins, least thy truth being eclipsed with euill doctrine, be vtterly buried, and so thy Lambes for hunger starued. The babes of thy familie do hunger & gape for meat: they dailie crie vnto thee, Father of heauen deliuer vs from euil: Come Lorde Ie∣sus, come: for thou art truth, and the onely teacher of truth. Roote vppe out of thy garden the weedes of heresie, and hin∣der the blaste of slaundering Trumpetters, whoe dooe no∣thing else but barke againste thy truth, and bite the good
names of others, and al to the defacing of thy Gospel, Amen