I hold as fayth <br />What Rome's Church sayth <br />Where the King's head, <br />That flock's misled <br />Where th' Altar's drest <br />That People's blest <br />Who shuns the Masse <br />Hee's but an Asse <br />Who Charity preach <br />They Heav'n soone reach <br />On Fayth t'rely, <br />'Tis heresy <br /> <br /> <br />What England's Church allows <br />My Conscience disavowes; <br />That Church can have no seame; <br />That holdes the Pope supreme; <br />There's service scarce divine; <br />With table, bread and wine; <br />Hee's Catholique and wise; <br />Who the Communion flyes; <br />That Church with schismes fraught; <br />Where only fayth is taught; <br />Noe matter for good workes, <br />Makes Christians worse than Turkes.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jacke-on-both-sides/
