The Pope will give his benison, and a happy life thou’lt spend,
Thou may’st buy a seat in paradise, and life withouten end,
Where money trickleth plenteouslie there blessings do descend.
I saw within the Court of Rome, of sanctitie the post,
That money was in great regard, and heaps of friends could boast,
That a’ were warstlin’ to be first to honour it the most,
And curchit laigh, and kneelit down, as if before the Host.
It maketh Priors, Bishops, and Abbots to arise,
Archbishops, Doctors, Patriarchs, and Potentates likewise,
It giveth Clerics without lair the dignities they prize,