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 * Then down came Jacob thro' the cloſe,

And ſaid, go backward down to hell:


 * Jacob, quoth the, I know thy voice,

That gate pertaineth to thy ſell: Of thy old trumpries I can tell, Thou with two ſiſters ledd'ſt thy life, And the third part of theſe tribes twelve, Thou got with maids beſides thy wife: And ſtole thy father's benniſon, Only by fraud thy father frae: Gave thou not hint for veniſon, A kid, inſtead of baken rae.


 * Jacob himſelf was tickled ſo,

He went to Lot where he was lying, And to the gate pray'd him to go, To ſtaunch the carling of her crying.


 * Lot ſays, Fair dame make leſs ado,

And come again another day.


 * Old harlot carle, and drunkard too,

Thou with thine own two daughters lay, Of thine untimely feed, 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 carling then;


 * Now dame, ſaid he, knock not ſo faſt,

Your knocking will not let you ben.


 * Good Sir, ſhe ſaid, I am aghaſt,

When e'er I look you in the faces; If your law until now had laſt, Then ſurely I had ne'er got grace,