M. Hardinge.
Nay, nay, Syrs, for that thinge ye crake so muche of, be not to hastie to thanke your God. VVhat peculiare God ye meane, we knowe not. That phrase your secretarie muche vseth, as though ye had an other God beside him that is God of all. Compare your selues with whom ye list, your owne life and innocencie is so wel knowen, as by reprouinge your vices and horrible sinnes, no man lightly shal seme a slaunderer. In deede if your continuall aduoutrie and Incest were laufull Matrimonie, if your filthy yoke fellowes were your true wedded wiues, if your robbinge, and throwinge downe of Churches were almose, and buildinge of places for praier to the encrease of Gods Honour, if ignorant rashenesse were godly discretion, if your woorde of the Lorde, where Gods woorde, if your pretensed Gospel, were Christes true Gospel, if your biblebable and railing were holsome Preachinge, if y• Sprite of Sathan, that is in you, the same also beinge a lyinge Sprite in your mouthes, coulde be meeke, humble,* 1.1 obedient, and woulde tell Truthe, finally if euill were good, if darkenesse were light, if sower were