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They date, they drinke, they boxe him ur they beard about | They date, they drinke, they boxe him ur they beard about | ||
One is to little, bread and wine, hold him seidall soe we dyne | One is to little, bread and wine, hold him seidall soe we dyne | ||
Thou wth | Thou wth thy Christe, I wth myne [nb seems to be a supurflous dot, calligrapher deciding whether to write mine or myne] | ||
As thy mouth the wrams wombe | As thy mouth the wrams wombe! is bread her feed! | ||
As thy wordes the Holye | As thy wordes the Holye Ghoste! Is this our Creede! | ||
O presumptuous undertaker, never Cake could make his baker | O presumptuous undertaker, never Cake could make his baker | ||
Yett the Preist can make his maker | Yett the Preist can make his maker | ||
No hat's become oft all those Christs ye priests have made! | No hat's become oft all those Christs ye priests have made! | ||
Doe those hosts oft hosts abide, or doe they bade! | Doe those hosts oft hosts abide, or doe they bade! | ||
One Christ abides, but all those | One Christ abides, but all those flye, | ||
One Christ lives, but all those dye, | One Christ lives, but all those dye, | ||
One is the truthe, the rest a lye. | One is the truthe, the rest a lye. | ||
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[image: concentric circles, possibly the known planet orbits?]
DE CHRISTO ET MARIA VERGINA
A God and yet a man witt wonder how wit [caim?] A God & [caim?] hee dye - wt wit ca' well replye
A mayd & yet a mother c◌̌[n]ceyve this or ye other a dead ma[n] ca[n] he live nor reason; reaso[n] give
Gods truth doth playnly teach it mans witt seeke to har und[er] By reasons power to reache it Beleeve & seace to wonder.
Sapientia dei Jurisprentia coram hominibus FINIS
[image: concentric circles, possibly the known planet orbits plus moon?] [nb draft tx below ] Preists make Christes Bodye & Soule wee must not doubt They date, they drinke, they boxe him ur they beard about One is to little, bread and wine, hold him seidall soe we dyne Thou wth thy Christe, I wth myne [nb seems to be a supurflous dot, calligrapher deciding whether to write mine or myne] As thy mouth the wrams wombe! is bread her feed! As thy wordes the Holye Ghoste! Is this our Creede! O presumptuous undertaker, never Cake could make his baker Yett the Preist can make his maker No hat's become oft all those Christs ye priests have made! Doe those hosts oft hosts abide, or doe they bade! One Christ abides, but all those flye, One Christ lives, but all those dye, One is the truthe, the rest a lye.
Benard the Buyer
[illegible] Asams[?]