Nil penna, sed ufus
The Hippocrites, that make so great a showe,
Of Sanctitie, and of Religion sounde,
Are shaddowes meere, and with out substance goe,
And beinge tri'de, are but dissemblers founde.
Theise are compar'de, unto the Ostriche faire,
Whoe spreades her winges, yet sealdome tries the
aire.