have any gains in them, albeit they be neither commanded us, nor yet given us by counsel; as though we had lever the abuse of things should tarry still than, it taken away, lose our profit?  To let pass the solemn and nocturnal bacchanals, the prescript miracles, that are done upon certain days in the west part of England, who hath not heard?  I think ye have heard of St. Blesis’s heart which is at Malverne, and of St. Algar’s bones, how long they deluded the people:  I am afraid, to the loss of many souls.  Whereby men may well conjecture, that all about in this realm there is plenty of such juggling deceits.  And yet hitherto ye have sought no remedy.  But even still the miserable people are suffered to take the false miracles for the true, and to lie still asleep in all kind of superstition.  God have mercy upon us!

Last of all, how think you of matrimony?  Is all well here?  What of baptism?  Shall we evermore in ministering of it speak Latin, and not in English rather, that the people may know what is said and done?

What think ye of these mass-priests, and of the masses themselves?  What say ye?  Be all things here so without abuses, that nothing ought to be amended?  Your forefathers saw somewhat, which made this constitution against the venality and sale of masses, that, under pain of suspending, no priest should sell his saying of tricennals or annals.  What saw they, that made this constitution?  What priests saw they?  What manner of masses saw they, trow ye?  But at the last, what became of so good a constitution?  God have mercy upon us!  If there be nothing to be amended abroad, concerning the whole, let every one of us make one better:  if there be neither abroad nor at home any thing to be amended and redressed, my lords, be ye of good cheer, be merry; and at the least, because we have nothing else to do, let us reason the matter how we may be richer.  Let us fall to some pleasant communication; after let us go home, even as good as we came hither, that is, right-begotten children of the world, and utterly worldlings.  And while we live here, let us all make bone cheer.  For after this life there is small pleasure, little mirth for us to hope for; if now there be nothing to be changed in our fashions.  Let us say, not as St. Peter did, “Our end approacheth nigh,” this is an heavy hearing; but let us say as the evil servant said, “It will be long ere my master come.”  This is pleasant.  Let us beat our fellows:  let us eat and drink with drunkards.  Surely, as oft as we do not take away the abuse of things, so oft we beat our fellows.  As oft as we give not the people their true food, so oft we beat our fellows.  As oft as we let them die in superstition, so oft we beat them.  To be short, as oft as we blind lead them blind, so oft we beat, and grievously beat our fellows.  When we welter in pleasures and idleness, then we eat and drink with drunkards.  But God will come, God will come, he will not tarry long away.