Dagger and staff in hand you fight,
Like Falstaff, Shakespeare’s valiant knight,
How like him though in form and dress
I leave your Reverence to guess:—
How far like his your maxims too
Of honour, Sir, I leave to you.
You would attempt in canting strain.
My short effusion to explain;
And wielding your tremendous birch,
To say I stigmatize the Church.