That wyse Harpocrates
Had your mouthes stopped,
And your tonges cropped,
Convenio vos, O coaxantes ranæ, &c.
Whan ye logyke chopped,
And in the pulpete hopped,
And folysshly there fopped, 120
And porisshly forthe popped
Your sysmaticate sawes
Agaynst Goddes lawes,