LXXVII.

“Durst you draw near without due fear   Unto my holy Table? Durst you profane and render vain,   so far as you were able, Those Mysteries, which whoso prize,   and carefully improve, Shall savéd be undoubtedly,   and nothing shall them move?

LXXVIII. [66]

“How durst you venture bold guests to enter   in such a sordid hue, Amongst my guests unto those Feasts   that were not made for you? How durst you eat for spir’tual meat   your bane, and drink damnation, Whilst by your guile you render’d vile   so rare and great Salvation?

LXXIX. [67]

“Your fancies fed on heav’nly Bread,   your hearts fed on some Lust; You lov’d the Creature more than th’ Creator,   your souls clove to the dust. And think you by Hypocrisy,   and cloakéd Wickedness, To enter in laden with sin,   to lasting Happiness?

LXXX. [68]

“This your excuse shews your abuse   of things ordain’d for good. And doth declare you guilty are   of my dear Flesh and Blood. Wherefore those Seals and precious Meals   you put so much upon As things Divine, they Seal and Sign   you to Perditi-on.“

_Another sort of Hypocrites make their pleas._