"Ye prowd gallonttes hertlesse With your hyghe cappis witlesse, And youre schort gownys thriftlesse, Have brought this londe in gret hevynesse. With youre longe peked schone. Therfor your thrifte is almost don, And with youre long here into your eyen Have brought this londe to gret pyne." There is a good satire written on a priest about the time of the Reformation, showing considerable humour both in matter, language and versification. It is called "Doctor Doubble Ale." A little episode is given arising from the priest's ignorance-- "His learning is exceeding Ye may know by his reading, Yet coulde a cobbler's boy him tell That he red a wrong gospell Wherfore in dede he served him well, He turned himselfe as round as a ball, And with loud voyce began to call, 'Is there no constable among you all To take this knave that doth me troble?' With that all was on a hubble shubble, There was drawing and dragging, There was lugging and lagging, And snitching and snatching, And ketching and catching, And so the pore ladde, To the counter they had, Some wolde he should be hanged, Or else he shulde be wranged; Some sayd it were a good turne Such an heretyke to burn." A great many of the humorous poems written against the church were republished at the time of the Reformation to show that for centuries the misdoings of the clergy had been a source of comment. In "the Sak full of Nuez"--a rare book[46] referred to in 1575, containing a collection of humorous pieces of a rough and rude character--we find several hits at the expense of the church.