But great my anger, if this hand were found
The very doctor’s who should make it sound:
So feel our minds, young Priest, so doubly feel,
When hurt by those whose office is to heal.
“Yet of our duties you must something tell,
And must at times on sin and frailty dwell;
Here you may preach in easy, flowing style,
How errors cloud us, and how sins defile:
Here bring persuasive tropes and figures forth,
To show the poor that wealth is nothing worth;