"Right so, ye rich, Ye robeth them that be rich, And helpeth them that helpen you, And giveth where no need is. Ye robeth and feedeth Them that have as ye have Them ye make at ease." But when, hungered, athirst, and shivering with cold, the poor man comes to the rich man's gate, there is none to help, but he is "hunted as a hound, And bidden go thence." Thus "the rich is reverenced By reason of his richness, And the poor is put behind." Truly, says the Monk of Malvern, "God is much in the gorge Of these great masters; But among mean men His mercy and his works." But it is on the vices and corruptions of the clergy that the monk pours the vials of his wrath. He cloaks nothing, and spares neither rank nor condition. The avarice of the clergy, their want of religion, and the prostitution of their sacred office for the sake of gain, are sternly denounced in frequently-recurring passages. The facility with which debaucheries and crimes of all kinds could be compounded for with the priests by presents of gold and silver, the neglect of their flocks whilst seeking gain in the service of the rich and powerful, their ignorance, pride, extravagance, and licentiousness, are painted in strong colors. The immense throng of friars and monks, who "waxen out of number," meet with small mercy from their fellow-monk. Falsehood and fraud are described as dwelling ever with them. Their unholy life and unseemly quarrels are held up for reprobation. Nor do the nuns escape the imputation of unchastity. The quackery of pardoners, with their pardons and indulgences from pope and bishop, is treated with contempt and scorn. Bishops are criticised for their undivided attention to worldly matters; and even the Pope himself does not escape censure. "What pope or prelate now Performeth what Christ hight[28]?" The cardinals come in for a share of the censure, and here occurs a passage, curiously suggestive of the celebrated line,-- "Never yet did cardinal bring good to England." "The commons _clamat cotidie_ Each man to the other, The country is the curseder That cardinals come in; And where they lie and lenge[29] most, Lechery there reigneth." Years afterwards, Wycliffe dealt mighty blows at the corrupt and debased clergy, and Chaucer pierced them with his sharp satire, but neither surpassed their predecessor in the vigor and spirit of his onslaughts. One passage, which we quote, had evidently been acted on by Chaucer's "poor parson," and can be studied even at this late day.