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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 carling then;
Now, dame, said he, knock not so fast,
Your knocking will not let you ben.
Good Sir, said she I an aghast,
When that 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 thou be possest,
For all you saw, did not believe.
But you in Horeb there transgrest,
Wherefore by all it is confest,
You got but once the land to see,
And in the mount was put to rest,
Yea buried there, where you did die.
Moses meekly turned back,
And told his brother Aaron there,
How that the carling 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.
