_Do as thou wouldst be done unto_! No place here he can have. Of all he is refused. No man will him receive. But Private Wealth, that cursed wretch, and most vile slave! Over all, he is embraced; and fast to him, they cleave. _He that hath this world's goods, and seeth his neighbour lack;_ _And of him hath no compassion, nor sheweth him no love,_ _Nor relieveth his necessity, but suffers him to go to wrack;_ _GOD dwelleth not in that man_, the Scriptures plainly prove. Example we have by DIVES, that daintily did fare, In worldly wealth and riches therein he did excel; Of poor LAZARUS's misery he had thereof no care: Therefore was suddenly taken, and tormented in hell. * * * * * +EDWARD UNDERHILL.+ [Illustration] #John Bon and# #mast Parson.# * * * * * _Picture of a_ _procession of Priests_ _bearing the Host._ * * * * * [->] #Alas, poor fools! so sore ye be lade! No marvel is it, though your shoulders ache: For ye bear a great god which ye yourselves made. Make of it, what ye will! it is a Wafer Cake; And between two irons, printed it is and bake. And look, where idolatry is, Christ will not be there! Wherefore, lay down your burden! An idol, ye do bear! [->] Alas, poor fools!# [This attack on the _Mass_, written by Doctor LUKE SHEPHERD, one of the very earliest productions of the press of the celebrated Elizabethan printer, JOHN DAY, was apparently printed in 1551; and is reprinted here from the _Percy Society_'s text, on account of UNDERHILL's story respecting it at _p._ 96.] [Illustration] #John Bon and mast Parson.# [->] #The Parson.# What, JOHN BON! Good morrow to thee! #John Bon.# Now, good morrow, mast[er] Parson, so mut I thee! #Parson.# What meanest thou, JOHN! to be at work so soon? #John.# The sooner I begin, the sooner shall I have done, For I 'tend to work no longer than none. #Parson.# Marry, JOHN, for that, GOD's blessing on thy heart! For, surely, some there be, will go to plough and cart; And set not by, this holy _Corpus Christi_ even. #John.# They are the more to blame, I swear by Saint Stephen! But tell me, mast[er] Parson, one thing, and you can; What Saint is Copsi Cursty, a man, or a woman? #Parson.#