Of Blessing without a crosse

A Priest that earst was riding on the way,
Not knowing better how to passe the day,
Was singing with himselfe Geneua Psalmes.
A blind man hearing him, straight beg'd an almes.
Man, said the Priest, from coyne I cannot part,
But I pray God blesse thee, with all my heart.
O, said the man, the poore may liue with losse,
Now Priests haue learn'd to Blesse without a crosse.