And they gave to their patrons, in exchange for payment, little parchment certificates on which were written out the number of years of indulgence, and below was the following inscription:
Who wants not to be
Stewed, roasted, fricasseed,
Burning in hell for evermore,
Indulgences let him buy.
Pardon and forgiveness,
For a little money,
God will return to him.
And the eager purchasers came thronging round the monks. One of whom never left off addressing his audience. This brother had a blooming countenance, and displayed three chins at least, and a portentous belly, all without the least embarrassment.
