Are these the men that would the Age reforme,
That Down with Superstition cry, and swarme
This painted Glass, that Sculpture to deface,
But worship pride, and avarice in their place.
Religion they bawle out; yet know not what
Religion is, unlesse it be to prate.
Meeknesse they preach, but study to controule;
Mony they’d have, when they cry out the soule.
And angry, will not have Our Father said,
’Cause it prayes not enough for daily bread.