See where the Mothers and the Daughters come!
Behinde the Servants looking all like Martyrs
With Bibles in plush jerkins and blew garters,
The silver-inkhorn and the writing book,
In which I wish no friend of mine to look.
Now must we not forget the Children too,
Who with their fore-tops gay stand up ith pew,
Alas-a-day! for there is great contention
To tie this lock who hath the best invention.
Well, be good children, for the time shall come,