Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice, Mitres, copes, and rotchets: Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crotchets. - Richard Corbet

But, since of late, Elizabeth, And later James, came in,
They never daunc’d on any heath As when the Time hath bin.By which wee note the Faries Were of the old Profession;
Theyre Songs were Ave Maryes, Theyre Daunces were Procession.

I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth,
Both bodily and ghostly health: ...
I wish thee all thy mothers graces,
Thy father’s fortunes, and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at Court,
Not to build on, but support;
To keep thee, not in doing many
Oppressions, but from suffering any.

Let others write for glory or reward,
Truth is well paid when she is sung and heard.