For all did write, the Elder and the Novice,
Me thought the Church look’t like the six Clerks office.
But Sermon’s done, and all the folks as fast
As they can trudge, to Supper now make haste:
Downe comes the Priest, when a grave Brother meets him,
And putting off his narrow-brimm’d hat, thus greets him:
Deare Sir, my Wife and I doe you invite
A great sign of grace.
O’ th’ Creature with us to partake this night:
And now suppose what I prepare to tell ye,