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In Bath a wanton Wife did dwell, As Chaucer he doth write; Who did in pleasure spend her days, In many a fond delight

Upon a time sore sick she was, And at the length did die; Her soul at last at Heavn's Gate, Did knock most mightily.

Then Adam came unto the Gate, Who knocketh there? quoth he; I am the Wife of Bath, she said, And fain would come to thee.

Thou art a sinner, Adam said, And here no place shall have, Alas for you good Sir, she said, Now giss you doting Knave.