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THE WIFE OF BEITH.
Let me not then condemned be,
Mo'> humbly Lord I thee requeft.
Of finneas all none like me.
So much the more thy praife fhali laft
Thy praifing me is not perfite,
My faints fhsll praife me evermore,
?n finners I have no delight,
Such facrifice 1 do abhor.
Then Ihe un.o the Lord did fay,
At footftool of thy grace I'll lye,
Sweet Lord my God fay me not nay.
For if i perilh, here 111 die.
Poor filly woman fpeak no more.
Thy faith, poor foul, has faved thee.
Enter thou into my glorr,
And reft through all eternity.
How foon our Saviour thefe words faid,
A long white robe to her was given ;
And then the angels did her lead
Forthwith into the gates of heaven :
A 1 urel crown, fet on her head.
Spangled with rabies and with gold,
A bright white palm Ihe alfo had.
Glorious it was for to behold ;
Her fact did ftiine like to the fun,
Like threads ot gold her hair hang down.
Her eyes like limps unto the moon.
Of precious flones rich was her crown.
Angeis and faints did welcome her,
The heavenly choir did fing rejoice :
Kin,- David with his harp was there :
The filver bells made a great noife.
Let me not then condemned be,
Mo'> humbly Lord I thee requeft.
Of finneas all none like me.
So much the more thy praife fhali laft
Thy praifing me is not perfite,
My faints fhsll praife me evermore,
?n finners I have no delight,
Such facrifice 1 do abhor.
Then Ihe un.o the Lord did fay,
At footftool of thy grace I'll lye,
Sweet Lord my God fay me not nay.
For if i perilh, here 111 die.
Poor filly woman fpeak no more.
Thy faith, poor foul, has faved thee.
Enter thou into my glorr,
And reft through all eternity.
How foon our Saviour thefe words faid,
A long white robe to her was given ;
And then the angels did her lead
Forthwith into the gates of heaven :
A 1 urel crown, fet on her head.
Spangled with rabies and with gold,
A bright white palm Ihe alfo had.
Glorious it was for to behold ;
Her fact did ftiine like to the fun,
Like threads ot gold her hair hang down.
Her eyes like limps unto the moon.
Of precious flones rich was her crown.
Angeis and faints did welcome her,
The heavenly choir did fing rejoice :
Kin,- David with his harp was there :
The filver bells made a great noife.
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| Description | Reformed and corrected. Giving an account of her death, of her journey to heaven; how on the road, she fell in with Judas, who led her to the gate of hell; and what conversation she had with the Devil, who would not let her in : also, how at last she went to heaven and the difficulties she encountered before she got admittance there. The whole being an allegorical conversation containing nothing but that which is recorded in the scriptures for our example. Edinburgh, : Printed by J. Morren,, [1800?]. Based on the tale by Geoffrey Chaucer. |
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