Which hath brought the world to this case, as we see,
That every day we hear of some notorious heresy.
Yet all is the Gospel, whatsoever they say.
Well, if it chance that a dog hath a day,
Wo then to New Custom and all his mates, tush, tush,
No man the Gospel will esteem then a rush.
What will that other heretic do, Light of the Gospel, I pray?
Dare not once show his face more than we at this day.
But come, Ignorance, let us follow after apace,
For we have abiden all too long in this place.