Friday 8 April 2016

The Burying of the Mass (1845)

Rede me and be nott wrothe
For I saye no thynge but trothe. 
I will ascende makynge my state so hye
That my pompous honoure shall never dye.
O Caytyfe when thou thynkest least of all
With confusion thou shalt have a fall 

A facsimile reprint in black letter of a satire in verse directed against the priesthood and monastic orders, especially Cardinal Wolsey. Sometimes entitled "The Burying of the mass."

Title in red and black, with satirical cut of Wolsey's arms. Edition of 100 copies.