I am a poore man and scarce worth a shilling,
As unto my neighbours is too too well knowne,
Yet to live upright in the world I am willing,
I covet for nothing but what is mine owne:
And now in the first place to tell you my mind,
For false-hearted people I care not a straw,
This is my conceit by experience I find,
There’s none but offenders that feareth the Law.

I am not in question cal’d for my Religion,
From every vile Sect I my selfe can with-hold,
Both Papist and Atheist I hold in derision,
Ile not wrong my conscience for lucre of gold:
My tongue I will governe by the line of reason,
From every dissembler myselfe Ile withdraw,
I hate all such Rebels that dares to speake Treason,
There’s none but offenders that feareth the Law.

I marvalle what harme hath old Cheape-side Crosse done,
That some meer mechanicks hath wrought it spight,
To disfigure the Picture of Mary and her Son;
And dare not to shew forth their heads by day-light:
They also have puld down the Crosier Staffe
Which once was fast plac’t in the Cardinals claw,
This sport cannot chuse but make Lucifer laugh,
There’s none but offenders that feareth the Law.

One thing above all the rest I doe admire
Why so many vulgars are in an uproare?
To put downe the Bishops is that they desire,
Although they can shew no good reason wherefore:
But now to conclude least I should you offend,
And you for my Song would no money me draw,
Ile shut up my Pipes and so make an end,
There’s none but offenders that feareth the Law.