A defence of the Apologie of the Churche of Englande conteininge an answeare to a certaine booke lately set foorthe by M. Hardinge, and entituled, A confutation of &c. By Iohn Iewel Bishop of Sarisburie.

The Apologie, Cap. 16. Diuision. 5.

We leane vnto Knowledge: they vnto Ignorance. We truste vnto Light: they vnto Darkenesse.

M. Hardinge.

Ye leane to the fauoure of secular Princes, whom by flattery, and Heresie ye may deceiue. Crake not of your greate knowledge,* 1.1 nor of your light. O be to them, crieth our Lorde in Esaie, that saie, good is euil, and euil is good: that put light for darkenes, and darkenes for light. Your demeanour is so euil, your Doctrine so false, your tongue so railinge, that we take your worde for no slaunder.

The B. of Sarisburie.

Wée flatter our Princes, M. Hardinge, as Nathan flattered Kinge Dauid: as Iohn Baptiste flattered Herode: as S. Ambrose flattered Theodosius, and as salte flattereth the gréene soare. In déede wée despise not the Minister of God, as sundrie of your felowes haue vsed to doe:* 1.2 of whom one doubteth not to saie, The Pope is the Heade: and Kinges, and Emperours are the Feete. An other saithe, The Prieste is so farre aboue the Kinge, as a Man is aboue a Beaste. Sutche woordes of contempt, and villanie we haue not vsed. Wée yelde to the Kinge, that is dewe to the Kinge: wée yelde to God, that is dewe to God. Wée saie to the Prince,* 1.3 as S. Ambrose sommetime saide to the Emperoure Valentinian: Noli te grauare Imperator, vt putes te in ea, quae Diuina sunt, Imperiale aliquod ius habe∣re:

Trouble not your selfe,* 1.4 my Lorde, to thinke, that you haue any Princely Power ouer those thinges, that perteine to God.

But if they be flatterers, that humbly aduertise, & directe theire Liege Princes by the Woorde of God,* 1.5 what are they then, that saie, as you saie, Totus Mundus non potest accusare Papam: Nemo potest dicere Papae, Domine cur ita facis? Sacrilegij instar esset, disputare de facto Papae: Dominus Deus noster Papa: pa∣papotest, quicquid Deus ipse Potest: The whole world maie not accuse the Pope: No ma•• maie saie to the Pope, Sir, why doo yee thus? It were a sinne as bodde as Sacrilege, to di∣spute of any the Popes doinges: Our Lorde God the Pope: The Pope maie doo, what so euer God him selfe maie doo. These, these, M. Hardinge, and a thousand other your like speaches maie séeme sommewhat to smel of flatterie.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Esai. 5.
• * 1.2

  Dorman. Pag. 15. Stanislaus Ori∣chonius in Chimaera.
• * 1.3

  Ambros. Lib. 5. Epist. 33.
• * 1.4

  Flattering of Princes
• * 1.5

  Petr. De palude: de potestat. pp. 〈◊〉〈◊〉. 40. Non nos. on Glossa. Extrauag. Iohan 22. ••um inter. in Glossa. Hostien De trās∣laitone Praelais. Quanto.