But thousands hot and ignorant:
Yet all pass’d muster that could hide
Their sloth, lust, avarice and pride; 90
For which they were as fam’d as tailors
For cabbage, or for brandy sailors,
Some, meagre-look’d, and meanly clad,
Would mystically pray for bread,
Meaning by that an ample store, 95
Yet lit’rally received no more;
And, while these holy drudges starv’d,