Saying: There was in a certayne citie, a iudge, whiche feared not God, neither regarded man.
And he woulde not for a whyle. But afterwarde he sayde within hym selfe: Though I feare not God, nor care for man,
The righteous considereth the cause of the poore: but the vngodly regardeth no vnderstandyng
Their streetes are waste, there walketh no man therin: God hath broken the appoyntment, the cities are cast away, and men are nothyng regarded
And there was a certayne widdowe in the same citie, and she came vnto him, saying: Auenge me of mine aduersarie.
Then said the Lord of the vineyarde: What shal I do? I wyl send my deare sonne, it may be they wyll reuerence hym, when they see hym.
Furthermore, we haue had fathers of our fleshe, which corrected vs, and we gaue them reuerence: Shall we not then much rather be in subiection vnto the father of spirites, and lyue?