Classic Poem

Come, follow me, as I do follow Christ,
Is the persuasiu'st speech the Priest can vse;
This Coniuration Fiends can scarse resist;
For, shame will quite confound them that refuse.

When Pastors shew what should be done in Deed,
Their Flocke will follow them, though nought they say;
Sith they the hungry soules and bodies feed;
And teach the rightest Truth, the readiest way.

Thus, worthy Priests get Reuerence, Loue, and Feare,
While wordy Ones scorne, hate, and shame doe finde;
For, Winds of Spight their highest sailes doe teare,
Who make themselues nought else but subtill Winde:
For, though a Foote-ball mounts oft by the same
Yet is It spurnd, and made the Peoples game.