John Phillips, A Satyr Against Hypocrites
“ Is all their chat, they seem in heav’nly trances;Thus they trim up their souls with holy words,Shaving off sin as men shave off their beards,To grow the faster; sins, they cry, are fancies,The Godly live above all Ordinances.Now they’re at home, and have their suppers eat,When Thomas, cries the Master, come repeat;And if the windows gaze upon the street,To sing a Psalm they hold it very meet.But would you know what a preposterous zealThey sing their Hymnes withall? then list’n well,The Boy begins, Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,To the Tune of S. Margarets Chimes. ”
