Have been of great price in the old time before:
Ourselves have been enforced almost for to fly
The country, or else covertly in some corner to lie.
Cruelty. By the mass, that is true, for I dare not appear,
Whosoever would give me twenty pounds lands by the year.
Avarice. Ha, ha, ha, by God's foot, and I was never in better case in my life,
For covetousness with the clergy was never so rife.
Wherefore I have no cause in such sort to be grieved,
Yet I would I could tell, sirs, how you might be relieved.
Perv. Doc. Now, sirrah, to mend up this matter withal: