Author Leigh Hunt Peace be to the friars, But in common attires: Peace, priests, to you also, But few, and don't bawl so: Our cardinals bright Let 'em leave us our light: The chief of the set Let him take to his net: Then laws, and no king; And let Italy sing. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments