The. v. chapyter

IN the thyrde lefe thus he sayth, And the cause of thys your blyndenesse is (& wyll not say ouer hardly to yow) that the father hath not drawen you into the knowledge of me or ellys ye had receyued me. For all that the father geueth me must come to me.

Mayster maskers exposycyon of these wordes (I wyll not saye ouer hardely to hym) is I promyse you good readers very bare, and lefte of so shortely, and hādeled so slenderly, that his owne frendes coulde here scant thynke any other, thā that leuer than he wold̄ lay hardely to ye Iewes charge the fawte of theyr owne infidelyte, he had leuer lay it in the necke of the father of heuen, & there leue it.

Those wordes and all the worde of Cryst, in whiche is any hardnesse, his exposycyon so smothely walketh ouer them, that he gyueth no lyghte vnto the vnderstandynge of them no more than yf he neuer touched them.

The bretherne can not bere that my writynge is so longe. But surely it is no maystry for a man to be short, that can fynde in his harte to do as mayster masker dothe, leue all the harde places vndeclared.

For he no where stycketh but vppon the places, in whyche he falsely laboreth by the colour of his exposycyon of a spyrytuall eatyng by fayth to hyde and withdrawe the very lytterall trewth and the very fayth in dede, by whiche, our sauyour techeth vs to byleue / that the thynge whych in the blessed sacrament we spyrytually muste eate and bodyly bothe, is his owne very flesshe in dede.