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 We should not care for washing then,

Into theſe flames and filthy stink,

We burn with fire unto the doom:

Upbraid me then, good wife, no more,

For first when I heard of the name,

I knew thou hast suehsuch [sic] words in store,

Would make the devil to think shame.

Forsooth, Sir thief, thou art to blame,

If I had time now for to abide,

Once you were well, but may think shame,

That lost heaven for rebellious pride,

Who traitor-like fell with the rest,

Because you would not be eontentcontent [sic],

And now of bliss are dispossest,

Without all grace for to repent,

Thou mad'st poor Eve for to consent

To eat of the forbidden tree;

(Which we poor daughters may relent

And made us almost like to thee;

But God be blest who passed thee by,

And did a Saviour provide,

For Adam's whole posterity,

All those who do in him eonfideconfide [sic].

Adieu, false fiend, I may not bide,

With thee I may no longer stay;

My God in death he was my guide,

O'er hell I'll get the vietoryvictory [sic].

Then up the hill the poor wife went,