For he was praying and his eyes were shut.
Alas had he seen as much as a by-stander,
Much more from’s Text it would have made him wander.
That’s call’d the Gallery, which (as you may see)
Was trimm’d and gilt in the yeare Fifty three.
Twas a zealous work, and done by two Church-wardens,
Who for mis-reckoning hope to have their Pardons.
There Will writes Short-hand with a pen of brasse,
Hang it.
Oh how he’s wonder’d at by many an asse