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Preists make Christes Bodye & Soule wee must not doubt | Preists make Christes Bodye & Soule wee must not doubt | ||
They eate, they drincke, they boxe him up they beard about | They eate, they drincke, they boxe him up they beard about | ||
One is to little, bread and wine, hold him | One is to little, bread and wine, hold him sev[e]rall soe we dyne | ||
Thou wth thy Christe, I wth myne [nb seems to be a superfluous dot, calligrapher deciding whether to write mine or myne] | Thou wth thy Christe, I wth myne [nb seems to be a superfluous dot, calligrapher deciding whether to write mine or myne] | ||
As thy mouth the virgins wombe! is bread her feed! | As thy mouth the virgins wombe! is bread her feed! | ||
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DE CHRISTO ET MARIA VERGINA
A God and yet a man witt wonder how wit ca[n] A God & cann hee dye - wt wit ca' well replye
A mayd & yet a mother co[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 far und[er] By reasons power to reache it Beleeve & seace to wonder.
Sapientia dei Insipientia coram hominibus FINIS
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Preists make Christes Bodye & Soule wee must not doubt They eate, they drincke, they boxe him up they beard about One is to little, bread and wine, hold him sev[e]rall soe we dyne Thou wth thy Christe, I wth myne [nb seems to be a superfluous dot, calligrapher deciding whether to write mine or myne] As thy mouth the virgins 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, probably signature] Finis