Men haue you in suspicion Howe ye haue small contrycion Of that ye haue myswrought: For, if it were well sought, One of you there was That laughed whan he dyd pas With his fagot in processyon; He counted it for no correction, But with scornefull affection 190 Toke it for a sporte, His heresy to supporte; Whereat a thousande gased, As people halfe amased, And thought in hym smale grace His foly so to face. Some iuged in this case Your penaunce toke no place, Your penaunce was to lyght; [Sidenote: Convenio vos, O díabolici dogmatistæ, &c.] And thought, if ye had right, 200 Ye shulde take further payne To resorte agayne To places where ye haue preched, And your lollardy lernyng teched, And there to make relacion In open predycacion, And knowlege your offence Before open audyence, Howe falsely ye had surmysed, And deuyllysshely deuysed 210 The[773] people to seduce, And chase them thorowe the muse Of your noughty counsell, To hunt them into hell, With blowyng out your hornes, Full of mockysshe scornes, With chatyng and rechatyng, And your busy pratyng: Of the gospell and the pystels [Sidenote: Sunt plerique alii, sed non alieni, qui tantundem pæne enuntiant, &c.] Ye pyke out many thystels, 220 And bremely with your bristels Ye cobble and ye clout Holy Scripture so about, That people are in great dout And feare leest they be out Of all good Christen order. Thus all thyng ye disorder Thorowe out euery bord[e]r. [Sidenote: Convenio vos, male docti legistæ, &c.] It had ben moche better Ye had neuer lerned letter, 230 For your ignorance is gretter, I make you fast and sure, Than all your lytterature. Ye are but lydder _logici_, But moche worse _isagogici_, For ye haue enduced a secte With heresy all infecte; Wherfore ye are well checte, And by holy churche correcte, And in maner as abiecte, 240 For euermore suspecte, And banysshed in effect From all honest company, Bycause ye haue eaten a flye, To your great vyllony, That neuer more may dye. [Sidenote: Convenio vos, O hypocritæ, &c.] Come forthe, ye popeholy, Full of melancoly; Your madde ipocrisy, And your idiosy, 250 And your vayne glorie, Haue made you eate the flye, Pufte full of heresy, To preche it idolatry, Who so dothe magnifye [Sidenote: Maledictio Mariana descendat super capita vestra, O hæretici, cretici, phrenetici, &c.]