Response à un ligueur, masqué du nom de catholique Anglois

you would have to add a farce that was played in Cambray a city in northern France, where there was, among others, a character named The World. This World, they say, became so addicted to using a certain sweet liqueur called superstition that it generated infinite bad humors in him. He was at death's door, having already lost his sight, his hearing, and his reason, when a physician passed by named Time, who carried a precious drug that God had entrusted to his keeping, which is called Truth. He had this poor, sick World, who had long been constipated, take it. He suddenly went to the stool and filled a large basin with Popes, Cardinals, Monks, and other such vermin that were excoriating all his bowels. Once relieved of them, he found himself completely lightened and sprightly. But we shall not dwell at this time on these trifles, and will instead pursue our subject.

You say, therefore, while complaining, that atheism is planted in your countries, insofar as your temples are polluted, the Catholics frightened, and the priests questioned and hanged. To which our Huguenots say that you are wrong to call this atheism, and that it seems you constitute all Christian piety in outward things, as if, without the ceremonies of our Church, there could