As for hypocrites, much less; although they were all of them unsound in body, pockified, scurvy, furnished with unquenchable thirst and insatiable eating.

(And wherefore ?) Because indeed they are not of good but of evil, and of that evil from which we daily pray to God to deliver us.

And albeit we see them sometimes counterfeit devotion, yet never did old ape make pretty moppet.

Hence, mastiffs; dogs in a doublet, get you behind; aloof, villains, out of my sunshine; curs, to the devil! Do you jog hither, wagging your tails, to pant at my wine, and bepiss my barrel?
Look, here is the cudgel which Diogenes, in his last will, ordained to be set by him after his death, for beating away, crushing the reins, and breaking the backs of these bustuary hobgoblins and Cerberian hellhounds.

Pack you hence, therefore, you hypocrites, to your sheep-dogs; get you gone, you dissemblers, to the devil! Hay! What, are you there yet?
I renounce my part of Papimanie, if I snatch you, Grr, Grrr, Grrrrrr.