Parson.
Why, neighbour John, and art thou now there?
Now I may perceive ye love this new gear.
John.
God's forbod! master! I should be of that faction.
I question why, your masship, in way of cumlication.
A plain man, ye may see, will speak as cometh to mind:
Ye must hold us excused, for ploughmen be but blind.
I am an eld fellow, of fifter winter and more,
And yet, in all my life, I knew not this before.
Parson.
No did! Why sayest thou so? Upon thyself, thou lyest!
Thou hast ever known the sacrament to be the body of Christ!
John.
Yea, sir, ye say true! All that, I know indeed;
And yet, as I remember, it is not in my Creed:
But as for Cropsy Cursty to be a man or no,
I knew not till this day, by the way my soul shall to!
Parson.
Why, foolish fellow! I tell thee it is so!
For it was so determined by the Church long ago;
It is both the sacrament and very Christ himself.