15. Upon the Sacraments
wo sacraments I do believe there be, Baptism and the Supper of the Lord; Both mysteries divine, which do to me, By God's appointment, benefit afford. But shall they be my God, or shall I have Of them so foul and impious a thought, To think that from the curse they can me save? Bread, wine, nor water, me no ransom bought.
ook yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be; They look as if they saw that golden face That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace. Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer, These smoky curdled clouds I do compare. For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold, Their prayers return with blessings manifold.