 | To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes |  |
The Sectaries Bolt.
Ovr new Reformer moued all by sprit,Sprong vp as doth a Mushrome, in a night:
When dreaming vision takes him in the head,
That can beget Religion in his bed.
Most rare and curious wayes of Reformation,
If that the world would creadit his vocation,
And giue but audience worthy his desert,
Wert but it Cheap-side market forth Pease-cart,
(Copingers Pulpit once, and Aringtons)
Hackets beloued deere adopted sonnes,
There would come matter from his Braines no doubt,
Would moue all Carmens Horses there-about:
The crosse in Cheape, he would extreamely crosse,
And proue the guilding very Idoll drosse.
Then with Paules Organs, he would busie bee:
(Sauls Diuell hates not Musique, worse then hee)
Next, with the Common prayer he falles to quarrell,
And with the Clergies black or white Apparell,
The Crosse in Baptisme must not be allowed;
For sure he thinkes, it made him Bitle-browed,
But tis a truth which no man can conuince,
He hath bin monstrous blockhead euer since:
And spares not in hot humour, neuer coole,
To let bolts fly as fast as any foole.
| To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes | |