And farthermore, O my father here is a great loue, for thu art not wery of wele doynge syth that thy sonne full of dyuynyte hath taken the bodye of a man, & ded myngle hymselfe with our ashes, whych thynge a man can not vnderstāde vnlesse he hath a true faythe. It hath pleased the to put hym so neare vs, that he ded ioyne hymselfe vnto our fleshe. Than we seynge hym to be called man, we are bolde to call hym syster and brother. Now the sowle whych maye saye of her selfe, that she is the syster of God, ought to haue her harte assured. After thys dost thu declare with greate loue, how her creacyon is only of the good wyll, whych it pleaseth the alwayes to haue towardes her, geuynge assuraunce that before her first daye, or tyme of beynge prouyded for her, thu bestowedest thy loue on her, & how through loue thu hast made her (as alone of power thu cannyst wele do it) and also how thu dedyst put her within thys body, not for to sleape with slouth, but that both of them shulde haue non other exercyse, but only to thynke how to do some seruyce vnto the. [Sidenote: Tren. 2.] [Sidenote: Colos. 2.] Than the truthe maketh her to feale that there is in the, true paternyte. O what honoure, what swetnesse, and what glory hath the sowle, whych doth alwayes remēber that she is thy daughter, & in callynge the fayther, she doth thy commaundement? What is there more? Is that all? No, It doth please the to gyue her an other name, to call her thy wyfe, & that she agayne do call the husbande, declarynge how thu hast frely manyfested the marryage of her. By the baptysme thu hast made a promes, to gyue her thy goodes and ryches, and thu agayne to take her synnes, for she hath nothynge els by herytage of her first father Adam. All her treasures, that she hath of nature, are nothynge els but synnes, whych thu hast tyed vpon the, and payed all her whole debte with thy goodes and landes. [Sidenote: Roma. 1[unclear].] [Sidenote: Ioā. 5.] [Sidenote: Prouer. 13.] Thu hast made her so ryche, and with so great a ioynter endued her, that she knowynge her selfe to be thy woyd wyfe, doth beleue to be quytt of all that she oweth, estemynge very lytel that she hath here beneth. She forsaketh her olde father, & all the goodes that he gyueth, for her husbandes sake. Surely (o my God) my sowle is sore hurte to be fedde with suche good, and agayne releued in leauynge the pleasure of thys worlde for that whych is eternall, where peace is without warre. I maruayle that she, thys remembrynge, doth not lese her witt, coūtenaunce, and speache. Father, father, alas what ought I to thynke. Shall my sprete be so bolde as to take vpon hym to call the father? Yea, and also our Father, for so hast thu taught in the Pater noster. But to call the daughter, hast thu so sayd? I besyche the, tell me. Alas yea, whan with great swetnesse, thu saydest daughter, lend me thy harte. [Sidenote: Apoca. 13.] [Sidenote: Luce. 11.]