Yet scarce had one a Cap upon his head:
Episcopacy wears Caps, but not like thee,
Though several shap’d, with much diversity:
’Twere best I think I presently should gang
To Edenburghs strict Presbyterian;
But Caps they’ve none, their ears being made so large,
Serves them to turn it like a Garnesey Barge;
Those keep their skulls warm against North-west gusts,
When they in Pulpit do poor Calvin curse. {104}
Thou art not Fortunatus, for I daily see,