Matthew(i)
12 When ye appeare before me, who requyreth you to treade wythin my porches?
13 Offre me no mo oblacions, for it is but loste laboure. I abhorre youre incense. I maye not awaye with youre new moones, youre Sabbathes and solempne dayes. Youre fastinges are also in vayne.
14 I hate youre newe holye dayes and fastynges, euen from my very hert. They make me weerye, I can not abyde them.
15 Though ye holde oute your handes, yet turne I myne eyes from you. And though ye make manye prayers, yet heare I nothynge at all, for youre handes are full of bloude.