So many vagabonds, so many beggars bold;
So much decay of monasteries and of religious places;
So hot hatred against the Church, and charity so cold;
So much of 'my Lord's Grace,' and in him no grace is;
So much hollow hearts, and so double faces;
So much sanctuary-breaking, and privilege-barred—
Since Deucalion's flood was never seen nor lered.
'Speak, Parrot' (written c.1520) l. 498