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6^ THE W!FE OF BEITH.
Upbr&ii me then, goodwife, ao more.
For, firft when I heard of thy name,
£ knew thou hadft fuch words in ftore.
Would make the devil to think fhtme.
Forfooth Sir Thief you are to blame,
if l had time now to abide,
Once you were well but may think fiiame,
That loft heaven for rebellious pride;
Who traitor-like fell with^the reft
Becaufe you wou^d not be con:ent.
And now of blifs are dlfpofteft.
Without all grace for to repem.
Thou mad ft p?or Eve long fince ccnfent,
To eat of the forbidden tree;
(Which we her daughters may repent,)
And made us almoft like to thee :
But God be bleft who pafsM the by,
And did a Saviour provide :
For Adam’s whole pofterity,
To all who do in him confide.
Adieu, talfe fiend, I may not bide,
"With thee I may no longer ftay.
My God in death he was my guide,
O’er hell I’ll get the viftery.
Then up the hill the poor wife went,
Oppreft with ftinking flames and fear.
Weeping right fore, with great relent.
For to go elfe fhe will: not where.:
A narrow way with thorns and briarS|
And full of mires was her before;
She fighed oft with fobs and tears.
The poor wife's hsirt was wondrous fore $