For a lay Office, leaves the Spirits motion
And straight retreateth from his first devotion.
But this he does in want, give him preferment,
Off goes his gowne, God’s call is no determent.
Vaine foolish people, how are ye deceiv’d?
How many severall sorts have ye receiv’d
Of things call’d truths, upon your backs lay’d on
Like saddles for themselves to ride upon?
They rid amaine, and hell and Satan drove,
While every Priest for his own profit strove.