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[20] But would they come and learn of me; And cast away inconstancie For there was neither wind nor weather, That ever gart me change a feather; By my red breast you may perceive, I never altered what nature gave. Since first I of an egg was clecked, A merchant's book I never blacked: But thou man, when thy cloaths are worn, Grows not, like feathers, wool, or horn: Naked came thou thy mother frae, And naked to her ſhalt thou gae. Dost thou not know: thas it was ſin, That first brought cloaths the world within: For if that ſin had never been, Man's nakedness had ne'er been ſeen. Men ſhould not in their cloathing glory, They have more reason to be ſorry; For cloaths are witnesses to you all, That men did from their maker fall. I would ye ſtudied that new fashion, In time to ſtudy your Salvation ; And ſeek to cover your nakedness With the mantle of Christ's right'ousness, Which is a cloathing of great joy, The moths they cannot it destroy; It is not like your clothings vain. That's true, Amen, Sir, ſaid the Wren.

Come is the day that Christ foretold, The love of many ſhould wax cold; And ſin into the world abound, That faith on earth ſhould ſcarce be found. At this ſame time men now may ſee, Fulfilled is this prophesie;