Libera nos, Domine.
From a reverend bawling theological professor,
From a Protestant zealous for a Popish successor,
Who for a great benefice still leaves a lesser,
And ne’er will die martyr, nor make good confessor,
Libera nos, Domine.
From deans and from chapters who live at their eases,
Whose lechery lies in renewing church-leases,
Who live in cathedrals like maggots in cheeses,
And lie like abbey-lubbers stew’d in their own greases,