In purgatory then, in pardons and in trentals,In praynge to sayntes, and in saynt Frāces whoode,In our lady of Grace, and in the blessed roode.They shall beleue also, in rellyckes and relygyon,In our ladyes psalter, in fre wyll and good wurkes.In the ember dayes, and in the popes remyssyon,In bedes and in belles, not vsed of the turkes.In the golden Masses, agaynst soch spretes as lurkesWith charmes and blessynges. Thys crede wyll bryn∣ge in moneye.In Englysh therfor, we wyl it clarkely cōueye.Infidelitas,Yea, and burne the knaues, that wyll not beleue that, crede,That into the dytche, the blynde the blynde maye ledeAmbitio,Then I holde it best, that we alwayes condempne,The Byble readers, least they our acres contempne.Infidelitas,Yea, neuer spare them, but euermore playe the bytar,Expressynge alwayes, the tropes and types of thy my∣tar.Ambitio,Why, what dost thu thynke, my mytar to sygnyfy?Infidelitas,The mouth of a wolfe, and that shall I proue by & by.If thu stoupe downewarde. loo, se hom the wolfe doth gape.0