I understand that one Raphe Cleaton ys curate of the chappell at Buxton; his wages are, out of his neighbour’s benevolence, about V^{LI} yearely; Sir Charles Cavendishe had the tythes there this last years, ether of his owne right or my Lord’s, as th’ inhabitants saye. The minister aforenamed differeth little from those of the worste sorte, and hath dipt his finger both in manslaughter and p’jurie, etc. The placings or displacing of the curate there resteth in Mr. Salker, commissarie of Bakewell, of which churche Buxton is a chappell of ease. I humbly thanke your Worship for your letter to the justices at the cessions; for Sir Peter Fretchvell, togither with Mr. Bainbrigg, were verie earnest against the badd vicar of Hope; and lykewyse Sir Jermane Poole, and all the benche, savinge Justice Bentley, who used some vaine (talk) on his behalfe, and affirmed that my Lady Bowes had been disprooved before Mr. Lord of Shrowesburie in reports touching the vicar of Hope; but such answere was made therto as his mouthe was stopped; yet the latter daie, when all the justic’s but himselffe and one other were rysen, he wold have had the said vicar lycensed to sell ale in his vicaredge, althoe the whole benche had comanded the contrarye; whereof Sir Jermane Poole being adv’tised, retyrned to the benchs (contradicting his speeche) whoe, with Mr. Bainbrigge, made their warrant to bringe before them, him, or anie other person that shall, for him, or in his vicaridge, brue, or sell ale, etc. He ys not to bee punished by the Justices for the multytude of his women, untyll the basterds whereof he is the reputed father bee brought in. I am the more boulde to wryte so longe of this sorrie matter, in respect you maye take so much better knowledge of Sir Jo. Bentley, and his p’tialytie in so vile a cause; and esteeme and judge of him according to that wisdome and good discretion. Thus, humbly cravinge p’don, I comitt your good Wors. to the everlasting Lorde, who ever keepe you.” This is quoted by N. Drake in _Shakespeare and his Times_, vol. i. p. 92. And here is Ben Jonson’s portrait of the City Parson—none too flattering:— “He is the prelate of the parish here And governs all the dames, appoints the cheer, Writes down the bills of fare, pricks all the guests, Makes all the matches and the marriage feasts Within the Ward; draws all the parish wills, Designs the legacies, and strokes the gills Of the chief mourners; and, whoever lacks, Of all the kindred, he hath first his blacks. Thus holds he weddings up and burials, As his main tithing; with the gossips’ stalls, Their pews; he’s top still at the public mess; Comforts the widow and the fatherless, In funeral sack; sits ’bove the alderman; For of the wardmote quest, he better can The mystery than the Levitic law; That piece of clerkship doth his vestry awe. He is as he conceives himself, a fine, Well furnished, and apparelled divine.”