Classic Poem

Against Prusus the Simoniacke.

P RUSUS the parson vaunts that with cleane hands
He came vnto his cure; and so thinke I:
His bands were cleane from money, goods or bands:
For money not to see's not simony.
But yet he seeing that by coyne the cure
Must be attaind; he made another giue
Two hundred angells (which were passing pure)
That being curde with case he so might liue.
This is a vertue pure and breeds good blood:
How then therewith should his hands be defilde?
(Although his hands had vsed it for his good)
No, no, his hands were cleane and they beguild,
 That sought to him curelesse and impure
 For vsing those cleane creatures for his cure.