These noble words were, of course, soon published through the district, and they intensified the hatred of the priests still more against him. Tyndale was quite willing to leave the neighbourhood, and he even offered to settle in any English county if they would but permit him to teach the children and to preach there. But seeing the peril to which he had exposed his friends, and perhaps still more acutely realising that his work could not be accomplished in Sodbury, Tyndale took leave of his patron, and came up to London.
CHAPTER III.
MARKING THE COURSE OF THE WORLD; OR,
LEARNING WHOM NOT TO TRUST.
“In haste the fancied bliss to gain,
In the wrong path they go,
Unmindful that it surely leads
To everlasting woe.
Thus for the world’s delusive charms
They barter joys sublime,
And forfeit an immortal crown
For the frail wreaths of time.”