Tell mee, you Anti-Saintes, why glasse
With you is longer liv'd then brasse?
And why the Saintes have scap't their falls
Better from Windowes, then from Walles?
Is it because the Brethrens fires
Maintaine a Glass-house at Blackfryars?
Next which the Church stands North and South,
And East and West the Preachers mouth.
Or is't because such painted ware
Resembles something that you are,
Soe py'de, soe seeming, soe unsound
In manners, and in doctrine, found,
That, out of Emblematick witt,
You spare your selves in sparing it?
If it be soe, then, Faireford, boast
Thy Church hath kept, what all have lost;
And is preserved from the bane
Of either warr, or Puritane:
Whose life is colour'd in thy paint,
The Inside drosse, the Outside Saint.