“Quibus loquacis affatim arrogantiae est
          Pentiae parum aut nihil,
        Nec ulla mica literarii salis,
          Crumenimulga natio: 
        Loquuteleia turba, litium strophae,
          Maligna litigantium cohors, togati vultures,”

       “Lavernae alumni, Agyrtae,” &c.

       “Which have no skill but prating arrogance,
          No learning, such a purse-milking nation: 
        Gown’d vultures, thieves, and a litigious rout
          Of cozeners, that haunt this occupation,”

that they cannot well tell how to live one by another, but as he jested in the Comedy of Clocks, they were so many, [2027]_major pars populi arida reptant fame_, they are almost starved a great part of them, and ready to devour their fellows, [2028]_Et noxia callidilate se corripere_, such a multitude of pettifoggers and empirics, such impostors, that an honest man knows not in what sort to compose and behave himself in their society, to carry himself with credit in so vile a rout, scientiae nomen, tot sumptibus partum et vigiliis, profiteri dispudeat, postquam, &c.

Last of all to come to our divines, the most noble profession and worthy of double honour, but of all others the most distressed and miserable.  If you will not believe me, hear a brief of it, as it was not many years since publicly preached at Paul’s cross, [2029]by a grave minister then, and now a reverend bishop of this land:  “We that are bred up in learning, and destinated by our parents to this end, we suffer our childhood in the grammar-school, which Austin calls magnam tyrannidem, et grave malum, and compares it to the torments of martyrdom; when we come to the university, if we live of the college allowance, as Phalaris objected to the Leontines, [Greek:  pan ton endeis plaen limou kai phobou], needy of all things but hunger and fear, or if we be maintained but partly by our parents’ cost, do expend in unnecessary maintenance, books and degrees, before we come to any perfection, five hundred pounds, or a thousand marks.  If by this price of the expense of time, our bodies and spirits, our substance and patrimonies, we cannot purchase those small rewards, which are ours by law, and the right of inheritance, a poor parsonage, or a vicarage of 50_l._ per annum, but we must pay to the patron for the lease of a life (a spent and out-worn life) either in annual pension, or above the rate of a copyhold, and that with the hazard and loss of our souls, by simony and perjury, and the forfeiture of all our spiritual preferments, in esse and posse, both present and to come.  What father after a while will be so improvident to bring up his son to his great charge, to this necessary beggary?  What Christian will be so irreligious, to bring up his son in that course of life, which by all probability and necessity, cogit ad turpia, enforcing to sin, will entangle him in simony and perjury, when as the poet said, Invitatus