When he accus'd their crimes:
'Twas merry, sayd the people,
And joyfull in our realme,
When we did offer spice-cakes
Unto the queen of heav'n."
IGNORANCE"Chill tell thee what, good vellowe,
Before the vriers went hence,
A bushell of the best wheate
Was zold vor vourteen pence;
And vorty egges a penny,
That were both good and newe;
And this the zay my zelf have zeene,
And yet ich am no Jewe."
TRUTH"Within the sacred bible
We find it written plain,
The latter days should troublesome
And dangerous be, certaine;
That we should be self-lovers,
And charity wax colde;
Then 'tis not true religion
That makes thee grief to holde."
IGNORANCE"Chill tell thee my opinion plaine,
And choul'd that well ye knew;
Ich care not for the bible booke;
'Tis too big to be true.
Our blessed ladyes psalter
Mall for my money goe;
Zuch pretty prayers, as there bee,[2]
The bible cannot zhowe."
TRUTH"Nowe hast thou spoken trulye,
For in that booke indeede
No mention of our lady,
Or Romish saint we read:
For by the blessed Spirit
That book indited was,
And not by simple persons,
As was the foolish masse."
IGNORANCE"Cham zure they were not voolishe
That made the masse, che trowe;
Why, man, 'tis all in Latine,
And vools no Latine knowe.