Matthew(i)
5 Whom wyll ye make me lyke, in fashion or ymage, that I maye be lyke him?
6 Ye fooles (no doute) wyll take out syluer & golde oute of youre purses, and weye it, and hyre a gold smith to make a God of it, that men maye knele downe & worshippe it.
7 Yet muste he be taken on mens shoulders & borne, & set in hys place that he maye stande and not moue. Alas that men shulde crye vnto hym, which geueth no answere: and delyuereth not the man that calleth vpon hym, from hys trouble.
8 Consydre this well, & be ashamed Go in to youre owne selues (O ye runnagates.)