A single friar who goes counter to all Christianity for a thousand years must be wrong.
Despair makes priests and friars.
Things as certain as death and taxes, can be more firmly believed.
I shall not die, but live; and again declare the evil deeds of the friars.
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.