Observations.

(1) Here to be sure the Priest chuses the largest Cake to m•ke a lustier God for himself (which is onely when some of the Parish Communicates with him,) and then eats him, (washing it down with his Blood) but not a drop for the people. His God is a large one, and Capers about as the Page  9 spiritual Magician Charms, whilst the other little Diminutives lie sneaking till the grand VVafer makes its Exit into the Priests unsanctified Guts. But O what a Comedy is it to see, how many Freaks, Gam∣bals, and Antick Tricks our God-maker plays, what Tossings, Cringings, postures, Adorations, before the poor God is devoured; This is a meer Comi-Tragedy.

(2) Here he makes many Gods in a lump, and therefore should rather say, These are my Bodies. As for the Blood, he may indeed say it, for he turns no Wine into Blood save for his own God; so that the rest have either no Blood, or else the Blood is made at the same time with their Bodies, if so, what needs the Priest make a Distinct Blood for the Body he eats, for without Blood the Body is a meer Carcass▪ and therefore the rest▪ onely eat a Dead Body—or if the Blood be in it, they are worse than Canibals to eat their supposed Living God; since it is more Cru∣el and Barbarous to eat that which has life in it, then that which is Dead.