[Sidenote: Harpocrates digito labiis impresso admonuit silentium fieri in Isidis templo, &c.] That wyse Harpocrates Had your mouthes stopped, And your tonges cropped, [Sidenote: Convenio vos, O coaxantes ranæ, &c.] Whan ye logyke chopped, And in the pulpete hopped, And folysshly there fopped, 120 And porisshly forthe popped Your sysmaticate sawes Agaynst Goddes lawes, And shewed your selfe dawes! [Sidenote: Sunt præterea nonnulli hujus farinæ, de quibus hic non est narrandi locus.] Ye argued argumentes, As it were vpon the elenkes, _De rebus apparentibus_ _Et non existentibus_; And ye wolde appere wyse, But ye were folysshe nyse: 130 Yet be meanes of that vyse Ye dyde prouoke and tyse, Oftnar than ones or twyse, Many a good man And many a good woman, By way of their deuocion To helpe you to promocion, Whose charite wele regarded Can nat be vnrewarded. [Sidenote: Convenio vos, O Herodiani.] I saye it for no sedicion, 140 But vnder pacient tuicyon, It is halfe a supersticyon To gyue you exhibycion To mainteyne with your skoles, And to proue your selfe suche foles. Some of you had ten pounde, Therwith for to be founde At the vnyuersyte, Employed whiche myght haue be Moche better other wayes. 150 [Sidenote: Obscurus sarcasmos.] But, as the man sayes, The blynde eteth many a flye: What may be ment hereby, Ye may soone make construction With right lytell instruction; For it is an auncyent brute, [Sidenote: Ex fructibus eorum cognoscetis eos, &c.] Suche apple tre, suche frute. What shulde I prosecute, Or more of this to clatter? Retourne we to our matter. 160 [Sidenote: Sublimius æquo aucupium agunt, &c.] Ye soored ouer hye In the ierarchy Of Iouenyans heresy, Your names to magnifye, Among the scabbed skyes [Sidenote: Convenio vos, O Wichliftistæ.] Of Wycliffes flesshe flyes; Ye strynged so Luthers lute, That ye dawns all in a sute The heritykes ragged ray, That bringes you out of the way 170 Of holy churches lay; Ye shayle _inter enigmata_ And _inter paradigmata_, Marked in your cradels To beare fagottes for babyls. And yet some men say, Howe ye are this day, And be nowe as yll, And so ye wyll be styll, As ye were before. 180 What shulde I recken more? [Sidenote: Convenio vos, O verbosi sophistæ, &c.]