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10 And come again another day.

Old harlot carle and drunkard too,

Thou with thine own two daughters lay

Of thine untimely seed I say,

Proceeded never good but ill.

Poor Lot for shame then stole away

And left the wife to knock her fill,

Meek Moses then went down at last,

To pacify the carlin then;

Now dame said he, knock not so fast,

Your knocking will not let you ben.

Good sir, she said, I am aghast,

Whene'er I look you in the face;

If that your law till now had last,

Then surely I had ne'er got grace:

But Moses, sir, now by your leave,

Although in heaven you be possest,

For all you saw did not believe,

But you in Horeb once transgressed,

Wherefore by all it is confest.

You but got up the land to see,

And in the mount were put to rest,

Yea buried there where you did die.

Moses meekly turned back,

And told his brother Aaron there:

How the old carlin did so crack,

And in no ways did him forbear.

Then Aaron said, I will not swear,

But I'll conjure her as I can;

and I will make her now forbear,

So that she shall not rap again.