True it is, that with a tingle tangle jangling of bells they trouble and disquiet all their neighbours about them.

Right, said the monk; a mass, a matin, a vesper well rung, are half said.

They mumble out great store of legends and psalms, by them not at all understood; they say many paternosters interlarded with Ave-Maries, without thinking upon or apprehending the meaning of what it is they say, which truly I call mocking of God, and not prayers.

But so help them God, as they pray for us, and not for being afraid to lose their victuals, their manchots, and good fat pottage.

All true Christians, of all estates and conditions, in all places and at all times, send up their prayers to God, and the Mediator prayeth and intercedeth for them, and God is gracious to them.