In speking and rebellyng,[1367] In hynderyng and dysauaylyng Holy Churche,[1368] our mother, One agaynst[1369] another; To vse suche despytyng[1370] Is all my hole wrytyng; 1110 To hynder no man, As nere as I can, For no man haue I named: Wherfore sholde I be[1371] blamed? Ye ought to be ashamed, Agaynst[1372] me to be gramed,[1373] And can[1374] tell no cause why, But that I wryte trewly. Then yf any there be Of hygh or[1375] lowe degre 1120 Of the spiritualte, Or of[1376] the temporalte, That dothe thynke or wene That[1377] his conscyence be not clene, And feleth[1378] hymselfe sycke, Or touched on the quycke, Suche grace God them sende Themselfe to[1379] amende, For I wyll not pretende Any man to offende. 1130 Wherfore, as thynketh[1380] me, Great ydeottes[1381] they be, And lytell grace they haue, This treatyse to depraue; Nor wyll here no prechyng, Nor no vertuous techyng, Nor wyll haue no resytyng Of any[1382] vertuous wrytyng; Wyll knowe none intellygence To refourme theyr neglygence, 1140 But lyue styll out of facyon, To theyr owne dampnacyon. To do shame they haue no shame, But they wold[1383] no man shulde them blame: They haue an euyl name, But[1384] yet they wyll occupy the same. With them the worde of God Is counted for no rod;[1385] They counte it for a raylyng, That nothyng is[1386] auaylyng; 1150 The prechers with euyll[1387] hayling: Shall they daunt[1388] vs prelates, That be theyr[1389] prymates? Not so hardy on theyr pates! Herke, howe the losell[1390] prates, With a wyde wesaunt! Auaunt, syr Guy of Gaunt! Auaunt, lewde preest, auaunt! Auaunt, syr doctour Deuyas![1391] Prate of[1392] thy matyns and thy masse, 1160 And let our maters[1393] passe: Howe darest[1394] thou, daucocke, mell? Howe darest thou, losell,[1395] Allygate the gospell Agaynst vs of the counsell?[1396] Auaunt[1397] to the deuyll of hell! Take hym, wardeyne[1398] of the Flete, Set hym fast by the fete! I say, lyeutenaunt of the Toure, Make this lurdeyne for to loure; 1170 Lodge hym in Lytell Ease, Fede hym with beanes and pease! The Kynges Benche or Marshalsy, Haue hym[1399] thyder by and by! The vyllayne[1400] precheth openly, And declareth our vyllany; And of our fre[1401] symplenesse He sayes that we are[1402] rechelesse, And full of wylfulnesse, Shameles and mercylesse,[1403] 1180 Incorrigible and insaciate;[1404] And after this rate Agaynst vs dothe[1405] prate. At Poules Crosse or els where, Openly at Westmynstere, And Saynt Mary[1406] Spyttell,