praying

I appear'd before the archbishop,

And all the high commission;

I gave him no grace,

   But told him to his face,

That he favour'd superstition.

Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice,

   Mitres, copes, and rochets;

Come hear me pray nine times a day,

   And fill your heads with crotchets.

                 -" Reliques of Ancient English Poetry."