also in conserving them.  I wot not what it is, but somewhat it is I wot, that some men be so loth to see the abuse of this monster, purgatory, which abuse is more than abominable:  as who should say, there is none abuse in it, or else as though there can be none in it.  They may seem heartily to love the old thing, that thus earnestly endeavour them to restore him his old name.  They would not set an hair by the name, but for the thing.  They be not so ignorant (no, they be crafty), but that they know if the name come again, the thing will come after.  Thereby it ariseth, that some men make their cracks, that they, maugre all men’s heads, have found purgatory.  I cannot tell what is found.  This, to pray for dead folks, this is not found, for it was never lost.  How can that be found that was not lost?  O subtle finders, that can find things, if God will, ere they be lost!  For that cowlish deliverance, their scalary losings, their papal spoliations, and other such their figments, they cannot find.  No, these be so lost, as they themselves grant, that though they seek them never so diligently, yet they shall not find them, except perchance they hope to see them come in again with their names; and that then money-gathering may return again, and deceit walk about the country, and so stablish their kingdom in all kingdoms.  But to what end this chiding between the children of the world and the children of light will come, only he knoweth that once shall judge them both.

Now, to make haste and to come somewhat nigher the end.  Go ye to, good brethren and fathers, for the love of God, go ye to; and seeing we are here assembled, let us do something whereby we may be known to be the children of light.  Let us do somewhat, lest we, which hitherto have been judged children of the world, seem even still to be so.  All men call us prelates:  then, seeing we be in council, let us so order ourselves, that we be prelates in honour and dignity; so we may be prelates in holiness, benevolence, diligence, and sincerity.  All men know that we be here gathered, and with most fervent desire they anheale, breathe, and gape for the fruit of our convocation:  as our acts shall be, so they shall name us:  so that now it lieth in us, whether we will be called children of the world, or children of light.

Wherefore lift up your heads, brethren, and look about with your eyes, spy what things are to be reformed in the church of England.  Is it so hard, is it so great a matter for you to see many abuses in the clergy, many in the laity?  What is done in the Arches?  Nothing to be amended?  What do they there?  Do they evermore rid the people’s business and matters, or cumber and ruffle them?  Do they evermore correct vice, or else defend it, sometime being well corrected in other places?  How many sentences be given there in time, as they ought to be?  If men say truth, how many without bribes?  Or if all things be well done there,