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For the rage of the papists among us at this time is scarcely…
Quote byJohn Jewel · 1522–1571
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Letter to Rodolph Gualter (2 November 1559), quoted in The Zurich Letters, Comprising the Correspondence of Several English Bishops and Others, With Some of the Helvetian Reformers, During the Early Part of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth (1842), p. 48.
English (original)
For the rage of the papists among us at this time is scarcely credible; and rather than seem to have been in error in any respect, they most impotently precipitate and throw all things into confusion. May that God whose honour and glory alone we look to, aid our endeavours, and confound the conspiracies and wicked designs of his enemies!
— John Jewel
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