They meet in private, and cry Persecution,
When Faction is their end, and State-confusion,
These are the men that plague and over-run
Like Goths and Vandalls all Religion.
Every Mechanick either wanting stock
Or wit to keep his trade must have a flock.
The Spirit, cryes he, moveth me unto it,
And what the Spirit bids, must I not do it?
But having profited more than his flock by teaching,
And stept into authority by preaching