Lyke sawdust or drye chyppes. I speke not nowe of all, But the moost parte in[983] generall. Of suche vagabundus[984] Speketh _totus mundus_; Howe some synge _Lætabundus_ 250 At euery ale stake, With, welcome hake and make! By the brede that God brake, I am sory[985] for your sake. I speke not of the[986] good[987] wyfe, But of theyr apostles[988] lyfe; _Cum ipsis[989] vel illis_ _Qui manent in villis_ _Est uxor vel ancilla_, Welcome Jacke and Gylla! 260 My prety Petronylla, And you wyll[990] be stylla, You shall haue your wylla. Of suche Paternoster pekes All the worlde spekes. In you the faute is supposed, For that they are not apposed By iust[991] examinacyon In connyng and[992] conuérsacyon; They haue none instructyon 270 To make a true[993] constructyon: A preest without a[994] letter, Without his vertue be gretter, Doutlesse were[995] moche[996] better Vpon hym for to take A mattocke or a rake. Alas, for very shame! Some can not declyne their[997] name; Some can not scarsly[998] rede, And yet he[999] wyll not drede 280 For to kepe a cure, And in nothyng is sure; This _Dominus vobiscum_, As wyse as Tom a thrum,[1000] A chaplayne of trust Layth all in the dust. Thus I, Colyn Cloute, As I go aboute, And wandrynge as I walke, I here the people talke. 290 Men say, for syluer[1001] and golde Myters are bought and solde; There[1002] shall no clergy appose A myter nor[1003] a crose, But a full purse: A strawe for Goddes curse! What are they[1004] the worse? For a symonyake Is[1005] but a hermoniake;[1006] And no more ye[1007] make 300 Of symony, men say, But a chyldes play. Ouer this,[1008] the foresayd laye Reporte[1009] howe the Pope may An[1010] holy anker call Out of the stony[1011] wall, And hym a bysshopp make, If he on hym dare[1012] take To kepe so harde a rule, To ryde vpon a mule 310 With golde all betrapped, In purple and paule belapped; Some hatted and some capped, Rychely and warme[1013] bewrapped,[1014] God wot to theyr great paynes, In rotchettes of fyne Raynes, Whyte as morowes[1015] mylke; Theyr tabertes of fyne silke, Theyr styrops of myxt gold begared;[1016] There may no cost be spared; 320 Theyr moyles[1017] golde dothe eate; Theyr neyghbours dye for meate. What care they though Gil sweate, Or[1018] Jacke of the Noke? The pore people they yoke[1019] With sommons[1020] and citacyons And excommunycacyons,[1021] About churches[1022] and market: The bysshop on his carpet At home full softe dothe syt.