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 For from this place I'll never go

But Peter said, how eancan [sic] that be,

How durst thou look him in the faeeface [sic].

SuehSuch [sic] horrid sinners like to thee,

Can have no courage to get graeegrace [sic];

Here none eomescomes [sic] in but they that's stout,

And suffered have for the good eausecause [sic];

Like unto thee are keeped out,

For thou hast broke all Moses' laws.

Peter, she said, I do appeal,

From Moses, and from thee also.

With him and you I'll not prevail,

But to my Saviour I will go;

Indeed of old you were right stout;

When yon did eutcut [sic] off Malchus' ear;

But after that you went about;

And a poor maid then did you fear.

Wherefore, saint Peter, do forbear,

A eomfortercomforter [sic] indeed you're not;

Let me alone, I do not fear

Take home the whistle of your groat:

Was it your own, or Paul's good sword,

When that your eouragecourage [sic] was so keen,

You were right stout upon my word,

Then would you fain at fishing been;

For ere the erowingcrowing [sic] of the cock,

You did deny your master thrieethrice [sic],

For your stoutness turned a bloekblock [sic],