Of Bondage. The vii. Dialogue.
I Entred a bondman into this lyfe.
Be not sory, thou shalt depart a free man, yf thou wylt thy selfe, as many haue doone, who contrarywyse haue entred free, and depar∣ted bonde.
I was seruylely borne.
Lyue freely, there is nothyng letteth thee, for the better part of thee, to be free. There is one most grieuous kynde of bondage, whiche is synne, that is not able notwithstandyng to oppresse men agaynst theyr wylles: cast of that, and thou shalt be free.
Fortune woulde needes make me a bondman.
Thine owne wil may make thee otherwise, for although she vse her olde custome, neuerthelesse thou knowest what to hope for. Thou knowest what a monster she is, thou knowest her toyes and pastymes, it lyeth in thee not only to become a free man, but also Lorde ouer thy maister: although what she wyll or wyll not, it skylleth not, and albeit she be inexora∣ble, as some tyme she is, neuerthelesse she hath no power ouer the mynde: and in euery conflict agaynst her, we must re∣quyre ayde of her enimie. Many tymes whom fortune hath made bonde, vertue hath made free.
I am op∣pressed with grieuous seruitude.
Who so wyl∣lyngly beareth the yoke, maketh it lyght. I wyll tell thee a speciall comfort and an euerlastyng stay, whiche when thou art exempted from the controulement of thy mightie maister, wyll