Classic Poem

Great lyes they tell, preach our church cannot err,
Less lies, who say the king's not head of her;
Great lyes, who cry we may shed others' blood,
Less lyes, who swear dumb bishops are not good;
Great lyes they vent, say we for God do fight,
Less lyes who guess the king does nothing right;
Great lyes and less lyes all our aims descry:
To pulpits some, to camp the rest apply.