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- Quocumque te verteris, arator stivam tenens allelujah decantat, sudans messor Psalmis se avocat, et curva attondens vitem falce vinitor aliquid Davidicum canit.
Wherever you turn, the plowman holding the sheaf sings hallelujah, the sweating reaper invokes Psalms, and the vinedresser cutting the vine with a crooked sickle sings something Davidic (en)
- In the name of God, I defy the Pope and all his laws: and ... if God spare my life, ere many years I will cause the boy that drives the plough to know more of God’s law than either you or the Pope. (en)
- I wish that even the lowliest women read the gospels and the Pauline Epistles. ...would that, as a result, the farmer sing some portion of them at the plow, the weaver hum some parts of them to the movement of his shuttle, the traveler lighten the weariness of the journey with stories from this source, and that the discussions of all Christians would start from these books. (en)
- And these things even to a ploughman, and to a servant, and to a widow woman, and to a very child, and to him that appears to be exceedingly slow of understanding, are all plain to comprehend and easy to learn. (en)
- I defy the Pope and all his laws: and ... if God spared him life, ere many years he [Tyndale] would cause a boy that drives the plough to know more of the Scripture than he [the Catholic priest] did. (en)
- Some think it offensive to have the sacred books turned into English or French, but the evangelists turned into Greek what Christ spoke in Syriac, nor did the Latins fear to turn the words of Christ into the Roman tongue - that is, to offer them to the promiscuous multitude...Like St. Jerome I think it a great triumph and glory to the cross if it is celebrated by the tongues of all men; if the farmer at the plow sings some of the mystic Psalms, and the weaver sitting at the shuttle often refreshes himself with something from the Gospel. Let the pilot at the rudder hum over a sacred tune, and the matron sitting with gossip or friend at the colander recite something from it. (en)
- ...the translated bibles into vulgar tongues were in the hands of every husbandman, arbiter, prentice, boies, girles, mistresse, maid, man: that they were sung, played, alleged, of every tinker, taverner, rhymer, minstrel: that they were for table talk, ale benches, for boats and barges. ... No ...The poore ploughman could then in labouring the ground sing the hymnes and psalms either in known or unknown languages as they heard them in the Holy Church, though they could neither read nor know the sense, meaning, and mysteries of the same. (en)
- The earth is furrowed as the oxen drag the plough when the cantors, drawing their innermost breath, drag forth a sweet voice and present it to the people. They goad their own hearts, as well as the hearts of others, to tears and the confession of sins, as if laying bare the hidden parts of the earth. (en)
- I have never said that anyone at all should translate the sacred books into the vernacular, not have I ever myself undertaken such a thing. In fact I frankly confess that it is better for the common people to learn through the spoken voice, viva voce, if a good teacher is available (en)
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