Here begynneth the pystles and gospels, of euery Sonday, and holy daye in the yere

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Title: Here begynneth the pystles and gospels, of euery Sonday, and holy daye in the yere
Publication: [Imprinted at Rowen :: S.n.],; The yere of our lorde. M.D.xxxviij. [1538]
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¶ The Gospell on the. ix. Sōdaye after Trinyte sonday the. xvi. Chapiter of Luke. A.

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IEsus put forth a simylytude vn to his discyples sayenge. The∣re was a certayne ryche man whiche had a bayly / that was accused vnto hī that he had wasted his goodes / & he called hym / & sayde vnto hym Howe is it that I heare this of the? Gyue accōptes of thy baylisshippe / for thou mayste be no longer bayly. The bay¦ly sayde within hym selfe / what shall I do? for my master wyll take away frō me the baylyshyp I can nat dygge / & to beg / I am ashamed. I wot what I wyll do that when I am put out of the baylysshypp / they maye receaue me in to theyr howses. Thē cal∣led he al his maysters detters & sayde vnto the fyrst how moche owest thou vnto my mayster & he sayde an hondred tonnes of oyle / & he sayde to hym take thy byll / & sytte down quicly & wryte fifty. Thē sayd he to another / what owest thou & he sayde & hōdred quarters of wheate: he sayd vnto him / take thy byll & wryte four score / & the lorde commended the vniust bayly / bycause he had done wyselye / for the chyldrē of this worlde are in theyr kynde wyser thē the chyl¦drē of lyght. And I saye vnto you / make you frēdes of the wycked Mammon / that when ye shal departe they maye receaue you ī to euerlastyng habitacyons