Fooles, he can dash you from your gallery,
Where all your medly meete; and doe compare,
Not what you learne, but who is longest there;
The Puritan, the Anabaptist, Brownist,
Like a grand sallet: Tinkers, what a towne ist?
The crosses also, like old stumps of trees,
Are stooles for horsemen that have feeble knees;
Carry noe heads above ground: They which tell,
That Christ hath nere descended into hell,
But to the grave, his picture buried have