And as they go, God, Grace, and Ordinances,
To be heard of men.
Is all their chat, they seem in heav’nly trances;
Thus they trim up their souls with holy words,
Shaving off sin as men shave off their beards,
To grow the faster; sins, they cry, are fancies,
The Godly live above all Ordinances.
Now they’re at home, and have their suppers eat,
When Thomas, cries the Master, come repeat;
And if the windows gaze upon the street,