You cut it off before the best part:
Luther (‘A perverse and pestilent monk, who left his monastery only in search of new cocks to suck’), women (‘God’s proof that He does not love us’), bread (‘Pale, tasteless filth’), the afternoon (‘This useless desert of time I must endure seven times a week, while fools go grinning in the sunshine—is there not a river to drown them?’), the colours red (‘Vile, Popish shade’) and green (‘The gaudiness of heathenry’), the sky (‘A gawping-cloth for the feeble-minded’), water (‘See how they suck it up, as if Satan were not lord of this world, and the liquid that wells up from its depths were not the very piss of Satan’), and his own fingers (‘Swinish instruments’).
Good call.
