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Then went the good apoſtle Paul,
To put the wife in better tune.
Waſh of that filth that fyles thy ſaul,
Then ſhall heaven's gates be open'd ſoon.

Remember Paul, what thou haſt done,
For all th' epiſtles thou didſt compile,
Though now thou fitteſt up aboon,
Thou perſecuted'ſt Chriſt a while.

Woman, he ſaid, thou art not right,
That which I did, I did not know;
But thou didſt ſin, with all thy might,
Although the preachers did thee ſhow.

Saint Paul, ſhe ſaid, it is not ſo,
I did not know ſo well as ye;
But I will to my Saviour go,
Who will his favour ſhow to me.
You think you are of flyting free,
Becauſe you were wrapt up above,
But yet it was Chriſt's grace to thee,
And matchleſsneſs of his dear love.

Then Paul, ſays ſhe, let Peter come,
If he be lying let him riſe,
To him I will confeſs my ſin,
And let him quickly bring the keys,
Too long I ſtand, he'll let me in,
For why I cannot longer tarry,
Then ſhall ye all be quit of din,
For I muſt ſpeak with good ſaint Mary,
The good apoſtle diſcontent,
Right ſuddenly he did turn back,
For he did very much repent,
To hear the carling proudly crack.