FIRST FRIEND. 
 
Dost surmise 
What struck me at first blush; Our Beghards, Waldenses, 
Jeronimites, Hussites—does one show his head, 
Spout Heresynow ?  Not a priest in his senses 
Deigns answer mere speech, but piles faggots instead, 
Refines as by fire, and, him silenced, all’s said. 
 
Whereas if in future I pen an opuscule 
Defing retort, as of old when rash tongues 
Were easy to tame—straight some knave of the Hussite 
School 
Prints answer forsooth !  Stop invisible lungs ? 
The barrel of blasphemy broached once, who brings ? 
 
SECOND FRIEND. 
 
Does my sermon, next Easter, meet fitting acceptance ? 
Each captions disputive boy has his quirk. 
“ An cuique credendum sit ? ”  Well the Church kept 
“ ans ” 
In order till Fust set his engine at work ! 
What trash will come flying from Jew, Moor and Turk. 
 
When, goosequill, thy reign o’er the world is abolished ? 
Goose—ominous name !  With a goose woe began : 
Quoth Huss—which means “ goose ” in his idiom un- 
polished— 
“ Ye burn now a Goose:  there succeeds mea Swan 
Ye shall find quench your fire ! ” 
 
Fust. 
I forsee such a man. 
(Browning.)