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A03439
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A new treatyse in maner of a dialoge, whiche sheweth the excellency of man[n]es nature in that he is made to the image of God, and wherein it restyth, and by howe many wayes a man dothe blotte, and defyle the same image.
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Huggarde, Miles.
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STC 13560; ESTC S109418
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then a beaste thou doste thy selfe behaue No threatnyng nor preachyng can thy lyfe redresse No plage of god caâ— turne thy wylfulnesse Surely I beleue thou haste Pharos harte That thus abusest wyll agaynst gods goodnesse Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ I praye the quod I speake no more of wyll For truely I fele in my conscience The faute is in me yf I my soule kyll For of gods wyll I haue experience Yf I peryshe it is my neclygence Is it so quod she then thou mayest conuarte Why doest thou therto slacke thy diligence Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Now to leue wyll and to another thynge The which I told the that thou doest abuse It is gods hye gyfte of vnderstandynge The which the holy ghost in the dyd infuse Ioyned with reason so that none excuse Of yngnoraunce thou shuldest aleage on thy parte But knowyng good and yll and how them to vse Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Understandynge as I tolde the before Is in very beastes in a certayne kynde Through which they are brought euermore To serue the man accordynge to thy mynde And when disobedient thou dost them fynde With correction thou makest them to smarte And then as a lambe the strongest thou mayste bynde Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ But vnderstandynge now beynge in the Thou haste it with reason for to discus All thynges which are good or bad in degre And them to vse to gods honoure as thus All good thynges to vse as gyftes gracious And euyll thynges perceauynge from them to reuarte But how thou doste vse it it is marueylous Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ As god hath made beastes to be vnder the So arte thou vnder god hym to obaye And because to know his wyll sure thou shuldest be Understandynge he hath gyuen the alwaye Not lyke to a beaste and yet I may saye Soner dost thou make a beast to conuarte Then thou wylte to god by nyght or by daye Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ The beast by sore beatyng here thou dost â—eache To knowe thy mynde sure and it to fulfyll But god in his ministers to the doth preache Declaryng dayly vnto the gods wyll But thou lyke one which therof colde no skyll Wylt not obaye god although thou doste smarte And yet wyll saye thou arte gods darlyng styll Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ In that quod I me thinke I coulde answere the By the wordes of the wyse man wrytten playne The chylde whom the father doth beate sayth he The same doth he loue and wyll hym mayntayne Now by this I may saye to the agayne God scourgynge vs playeth a good fathers partâ— That is truth quod she but more grace to optayne Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Lyke a father god doth the admonysâ—e Many sondry wayes thy soule for to wynne And with dyuers plages he doth the punyshe But when to conuarte wylt thou once begynne Nay rather thou wylt defende thy foule synne How arte thou gods chyld in dede or in harte When thou for his lawe doth not passe a pynne Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Therfore onlesse thou thy lyfe doest amende To call gâ—d father thou arte not worthy For such father such sonne shall not contende Therfore god vnto his chyldren doth cry Be holy sayth he as I am holy Turne vnto me and from synne reuartâ— And eternall deth ye shall neuer dy Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thus god is god to the man moste vnkynde To call the by grace which thou doest abuse Understandynge in the doth seme to be blynde â—or as he shulde be thou doest hym not vse Thou thynkest to be gods chylde and yet doest refuse To do that pertayneth to a good chyldes parte Which is to please hym thou shuldest dayly muse Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thou oughtest vnderstandynge hole to aplyâ— Unto gods honoure with a faythe perfyte But thou from god turnest it cleane a wrye By takynge scripture to thyne apetyte I pray the what vertue can I resyte But that thou fyndest scripture it to peruarte By false vnderstandynge from gods truth quytâ— Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Of this sorte thou hast full many a one As preestes chefely which there vowes do not kepe And yf kytte wyll come they wyll not lye alone â—ushe say they we are nother stones nor shepe This makes them to make when other doth slepe Such vnderstande gods worde ouerthwaâ—te They feare not ne thynke the paynes of 〈◊〉 depe Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ Some sayth quod I that they ought to haue wyues For they say in dede they can not lyue chaste They muste nedes â—o quod she whom the dyuell dryues For of vertuous lyuynge they haue no taste As to faste and praye nay 〈◊〉 of that haste They wyll fede and playe a reuelers parte For to saye theyr seruyce they counte â—â—yme waste Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ They vse not the meanes to lyue a chast lyfe For where as they shuld be solytary Conâ—rarye to all pleasures they are ryâ—e And commonly couâ—t lyght company Then reason they there is no remedy We must nedes mary our fleshe to subuarte Thus for theyr vowes they care not a butterfly Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thus of vnderstandynge the grace they distroye And lyke beastes they lyue without godly respecte Uery Epicures sekynge belly ioye With which all the realme they haue iâ—fecte Fastynge is now so clearely reâ—ecte That no good preacher can make them conuarte Well I say no more but this in efâ—ecte Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I pray the quod I of them speake no more Nor yet of none other it is â—yme to ende I se well vertue decayeth very sore I haue herde as moche as I do intâ—â—de Arte thou wery quod she god the amâ—nde â—o here thou mayste se thy myscheuous harte Thou thynkest tyme longe thy lyfe to reprehende Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I haue done quod she but now thou mayest se That I haue kepte promyse as I dyd saye Haue I not proued the so wycked to be That thou gods ymage in thy soule doest decaye â—o moch as lyeth in the thou canst not saye naye I haue not flattered the truly in no parte â—ut now thou arte warned conuart whyle thou mayâ— Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Defarre not amendment leste tyme do fayle the Uncertayne thou arte whan deth shall the kyll Therfore to be sure take warnynge of me â—aste watche and praye and do not thy soule spyll Turne thou to god and turne to the he wyll I can say no more for now I wyll departe But yet at my goynge kepe this in mynde styll Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ When she had thus spoken awaye she flewe Mountyng wonders hye into the wynde So that where she became I neuer knewe Then dyd I reuolue her wordes in my mynde And when that I the next leasure dyd fynde I wrote out her sentence hole with my penne Wherin I perceaue how people are blynde Whom god grauntâ— to mende saye we all amen FINIS ¶ The â—enuoy of the Auctor ¶ â—â—â—rthe my booke speake thy mynde And flatter none of no degre All men be men of Adams kynde Without any diuersite For all mens soules created be To gods ymage as thou dost tell Which they foule blotte as they may se Yf that they do peruse the well ¶ And I praye the tell all men this Yf chaunce I fayle in any thynge That I erre not of no malys In erroure any man to brynge But am redy to reformynge In any thynge that thou dost saye But truely to my knowlegynge Thou tellest the truth nere as thou maye ¶ And where as lacketh eloquence To make the pleasaunt for to rede Axe pardon for my necligence For I confesse in very dede That of lernynge surely I nede To make the a more pleasaunte style But a rude wytte rudely doth lede So rudely nedes I must compyle ¶ And all doutes cleane to put awaye Who was thyne auctor the to frame Saye Myles Hogarde so sweâ—e thou maye Though some doth thynke he settes his name To that which other men myght clame But of that no man profe can brynge And yf they can â—et them hym shame As well they maye prouyng that thynge ¶ But now an ende of the to make Trustynge thou shalt be taken well God graunt vs all vyce to forsake And to thynke on both heuen and hell With feare and loue not to rebell Agaynst gods lawe in any case And then no doute but we shall dwell With hym in his moost ioyfull place FINIS ¶ God saue the Kynge ¶ Imprynted by me Robert wyer dwellinge in S. Martins paryshe at Charynge Crosse. ¶ Ad 〈…〉 All this worlde is set on myschefe 1. Iohâ— â— Iob. Let euery man abidâ— in his callyng wheâ— in he is called 1. Coâ— 7. In the 〈◊〉 of the myseâ—y of the worlde â—ake we enâ— to our â—wne lykenes and 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 53. â—â—e that Loâ—yth me kepiâ—h my coÌ„maundementes Iohâ— 15. God lempâ—yth 〈◊〉 to euyll Iaâ—◠◠〈…〉 God â—old hâ—ue all 〈…〉 If thou â—ylt 〈◊〉 to lyfâ— kepe the coÌ„maundâ—mentes 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 A 〈◊〉 hart god dothe not despyse Psalm 〈◊〉 â—ath 6. â— â—im â— â— Watche praye that ye enter not intâ— temtacyoÌ„ â—ath â—6 Exod. 17. Exod. 14. â— heg 1â— 1. Reg. 1â— Danâ—el 〈◊〉 Iosâ—a x. The prayer of the â—â—ghteousâ— aâ—ayle the much Iacob 5. 〈…〉 Lorde 〈…〉 to y ◠〈◊〉 of my praier Psal. 129. 〈…〉 before 〈◊〉 that they maye se your goâ— workes â–ª â—ath 5. 〈…〉 thinâ— owne wyl Eccl. 1â— â—ake you frendes of the wicked â—ammon that they maye receaue you into eternal tabernacles Luke 16. 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 It is not good to haue respecte of person iâ— Iugeme◠〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 These are cursed childreÌ„ leuâ—ng the ryghte waye and are geuâ—â—◠〈◊〉 â—rrours â— Pet. ◠〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 Yf thâ—â— make â—â—owe vnto god be not 〈◊〉 to performe it Eccl. 5. Dent â–ª 2◠〈◊〉 6.