“Evangelion (that we call the gospel) is a Greek word and signifieth good, merry, glad and joyful tidings, that maketh a man's heart glad and maketh him sing, dance, and leap for joy.”

Selected Writings (2003) edited by David Daniell

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Bible translator and agitator from England 1494–1536

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