Not so abominable, not so impure,
As those thou seek’st to hinder, but I feare
Satan will bee too strong; his kingdome’s here:
Few are the righteous now, nor do I know
How wee shall ere this idoll overthrow;
Since our sincerest patron is deceas’t,
The number of the righteous is decreast.
But wee do hope these times will on, and breed
A faction mighty for us; for indeede
Wee labour all, and every Sister joynes