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IT is to be observed, that the Scripture
makes mention of three Judases; the
first in Judas Maccabeus, the second Judas the son of Joseph, the reputed father
of our Lord ; and third, Judas Iscariot,
the son of a tanner, living in repute at
Joppa, a sea-port town near Jerusalem.
This Judas who betrayed our Lord, was
his mother's first child, who dreamed
that the child in her womb would prove
both a thief and a murderer, and bring
her and hi r generation to shame & disgrace : which so terrified her, that she
was like to go distracted ; but her husband strove to pacify her, bidding her
leave it to G o d the wise disposer of all
things who may take it away in its in-
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fancy or endue it with more grace than
ever to be guilty of such dishonourable
actions.—This somewhat quieted her,
and she was soon after delivered of a
lovely male child ; but under his left
breast was the following curious marks,
viz a cross, a gallows, two daggers, and
several pieces of money : this likewise
terrified his mother, who concealed it
from her husband, determining, as soon
as she was able, to go to a magician anci
know the signification of these surprising marks. The child being circumcised, and she purified, according to the
old Jewish custom* she dressed herself
in disguise, put a veil on her face, and
taking with her a kinswoman, went to
the magician's, and being introduced
to him, she i elated her dream, her fears
and the marks upon her son, desiring
the interpretation of the dream, and
the signification of the marks.
The magician replied, 1 am no interpreter of dreams, neither do I justly
know the signification of marks, & the
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whofe of your story appears as strange
to me, as it can be amazing to you ; but
if you can tell me when the child was
born, I will calculate its nativity, add
see what it portends. He then called
for pen, ink, & paper, & sitting down,
calculated his nativity; & when he had
finished it, he shook his head, and his
countenance waxed pale; which being
perceived by Judas's mother, she said
unto him, do not deceive me, but tell
me true, hide nothing from me, whether
it be good or evil.—Then, said the magician, to your sorrow I have seen the
rules of the planet that reigned predominant at your son's birth, that he would
prove a thief and a murdeier, & what
is worse, he will, for lucre, betray the
Lord of Life ; for which act he will afterwards despair of mercy, lay violent
hands on himself, and come to a shameful end.—These words pierc'd the mother's heart, who, wringing her hands,
wished she had never been born, rather
than to have been the mother of such an
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unhappy child ; and asked the magician
what she could do to prevent the bringing of shame of disgrace on her family?
He told her he knew no way of prevention, but by laying violent hands on it,
which might be now easily done in its
infancy,—in a manner so as not to be
discovered.—To this she replied, that
she would not for ten thousand worlds
commit such an act of violence on her
son ; as if her husband had the least suspicion of it, he was so fond of Judas,
that he would never be reconciled to her
again ; yet for the sake of her family,
she would by some means or other prevent it without destroying it; and then
told the magician, if she had a small
boat made like a shell,with a cover to
go down close that no water might get
in, and a little vent to let in air at top,
and room in it to lie soft and easy, she
might without danger send him down
the river Jordan, and so commit him
wholly to the protection of Providence,
which might conduct him to some dis-
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tan t shore,irito thehands of sometender
persons, and thereby pieserve his life;
& if he afterwards commits those base
actions the shame will fall on his own
head, as no one will know from whom
he is descended. The magician highly
commended her for her invention, and
said he would procure such a boat for
her ; and she promising him a good reward for his assistance, returned home.
After she was gone, the magician sent
for one Rot, a very cunning artist, a
joiner, to trade, who undertook to make
the boat, drawing out with his pencil,
the form of it, carried it home with him,
wrought upon it in private, & having
soon finished it, brought it to the magician's house, who paid him largely for
it, & sent a servant to the house of Simon, who told Judas's mother, that the
matter which his master & she spoke of
was now finished. She understanding
him, went next morning to the magician's house, viewed the boit, & liked it
well, saying it was very convenient for
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the end intended, but seeffi'd perplexed
how she should do it privately* & keep
it from discovery as death was the consequence thereof. Her kinswoman begged her to leave that to her, and all
should be safe enough; for we will feign
the child sick for a day or two, in the
meantime we will make some inquiry in
the city for the dead body of some poor
male child which we will buy of its parents, and have it privately brought to
our house lo be buried ; in the meantime we will dispatch your son to sea,
and make him believe the other child
to be his, and that he died during his
absence ; so having it buried, the matter can never be brought to light.
The mother liked the contrivance, &
going home with a promise of a great
reward, and her friendship for life, she
swore her servants to secrecy, & then,
said she, we must act in this manner.
When your master comes home at night,
I shall put on verv dejected looks, and
when he asks the cause, I shall tell him
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that Judas is not well, and that I am apprehensive of his death, which you must
all testify & confirm. She accordingly
put this scheme into practice at night,
when her husband did all he could to
comfort her, telling her that they were
young, they mi^ht be parents of many
children; and going- up stairs to see the
child, the-maid then pinched its neck
till it was black in the face, and thinking it in convulsions, gave it over to
death. As soon as he was gone out in
the morning, the mother & kinswoman
took the child & went to the magician's
house, in order to put the child to sea.
They put on him many warm and rich
garments, with an upper coat of oil,
that no water might penetrate i t ; and
the magician, 011 a piece of parchment,
wrote the following words :
My Name is JUDAS.
which his mother sewed round his neek
and put him into the boat, and shut
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down the cover. At parting with the
child the mother was almost distracted,
wringing her hands and weeping much,
but being comforted by the magician &
her kinswoman she was at last pacified,
& desired to go home, as she could not
bear to see her child put into the water,
so she and her kinswoman departed
home. The magician then took the boat
& cari ied it down to his own garden, at
the foot of which ran the river Jordan,
& putting it in where a strong* stream
ran, it was soon carried out of sight.
The mother when she got home fainted away, but was revived by being inforiii'd by her maid-servant, that during
her absence they had almost brought the
matter to a close, having found a neighhour's male child, who had died the day
before, and was just of the same age as
Judas, for whose body they had given
the parents a small sum of money, and
paid the expense of burying a coffin full
of bones, by way of a blind ; and the
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only thing to be done was to deceive
her husband, and get this child buried
under the sanction of Judas's body.
The father came home at night, and
finding his wife in tears, soon guessed
the dismal cause ; and inquiring of the
servants, they with dissembled grief
told him, that the child died in the
morning soon after his departure. The
man was much affected with the loss of
his child, and thinking to prevent his
wife's grief by the sight of the body he
had it removed to a kinsman's house,
and in a day or two interred it from
thence, believing it to be his son.
By this time Providence had conducted
Judas, alive & well, upon the coast of
of Iscariot, a kingdom in Palastine,
where Pheophilus the king often used
to recreate himself, in beholding the
ships pass and repass at sea. It happened that the very day that Judas was
cast on the coast, the king and his nobles came on that diversion, & as they
were standing on the top of the rock,
�looking into the sea, the king espied a
little boat floating upon the water, and
thinking it to be a chest of some wrecked ship, he ordered a servant to put out
a boat and fetch it; which being done,
and brought to the king, lie ordered it
to be broke open; when to their great
surprise, they found a lovely babe* who
look,d up, and smiled in the king's
face. Then said the king to the child,
WELCOME AS MY OWN C H I L D ;
and expressed much joy in being providentially sent to preserve the babe's
life, and taking it up in his arms, said,
if thou wert a child begat by me, I
could not esteem or value thee more.
Then he espied about its neck the aforementioned parchment, viz :
My Name is JUDAS.
Well, said the king, as thy name is Judas, I will now double name thee, and
then called him Judas Iscariot, because
he found him near the coast of that
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name. He was then brought to court,
treated as the king's own child, & at a
proper age educated well, and at last
became a man of learning and parts,
and behaved himself so wisely, that the
king made him his principle steward.
Judas being arrived at this rank, still
coveted greater, and remembering the
queen one day said, that if the prince,
her son died, Judas should be her beir,
he therefore set about contriving to kill
him, accordingly professed great love
and friendship for him ; and one day
being walking- together, Judas took
occasion to quarrel with the prince,
and maliciously slew him, thinking all
would go well with him if he was dead.
Behold the servant which the king
Long nourish'd in his breast,
Grown v arm, strikes forth his baneful
sting,
And robb'd him of his rest.
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Though none accused him of the murder, yet his conscience so stung* him,
that he soon quitted the kingdom, leaving all his pomp and finery behind him,
and changing his name, look upon him
the mean employ of a servant, wandering about from place to place, until at
length he arrived at Joppa, the place of
his nativity; here he soon got a place in
a nobleman's family, where he behaved
so well as to gain the esteem of his lord
and lady, and all that knew him. One
day it happened, that as his lady was
walking abroad big with child, she longed for some fruit, which she saw in Judas's father's garden, bidding him go &
buy her some. He took the money, but
resolved to steal the fruit; and going
to the garden, broke down the fences,
which as he was doing his father came
out and seized him for the robbery, &
Judas, to keep himself from the hand
of justice, murdered his father, and
immediately escaped to Theba, a city
about seventy-six leagues distance.
Ifere he continue J about four years,
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in which time the noise of the murder
being blown over, he retnrned back
again, and got a good place in a nobleman's family, where he lived sometime,
till his own mother accidentally seeing
him fell in love with and married him.
About five years after they had been
married, one morning in bed Judas'*
shirt bosom lay open, when she saw
under his left breast the marks he was
born with ; upon which she waked him
in an agony, and told him the story
of his birth, and the part she had acted
therein. Judas heard this with wonder
and astonishment, and on his part confessed to her the many crimes he had
been guilty o f ; after which she desired
him to depart from her, and seek mercy of God in another country ; protesting she would never be carnally
known to him any more.
Judas full of grief & remorse of conscience, left Joppa and wandered about
like a pilgrim, till he heard of a mighty
prophet called Jesus of Nazareth,
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in the land of Judea, who wrought
many miracles, and wondeiful works;
to him he went, and liking his doctrine
and seeing his miracles, he begged of
our Lord to be admitted one of his followers: making him one of his disciples,
and also his treasurer. Notwithstanding all this Judas could not forget his
covetousness, for when Mary Magdalen brought a box of costly ointment,
to annoint our dear Lord's feet, at the
house of Simon the Leper, Judas was
offended thereat, because the value
thereof was not put into his bag. But
our Lord knowing his covetous and
wicked heart, sharply rebuked him ; at
which he was so enraged, that he in
revenge premeditated, and put into
execution, the worst action of all his
life, and going to the chief priests and
elders, he said unto them, what will
you give me, and I will betray him
they call Jesus into your hands ? And
they agreed with him for thirty pieces
of silver,
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The love of money is a rock
Which causes care and trouble,
And he that hasteth to be rich,
He makes his sorrows double.
Money's a most alluring bate,
Conducive unto evil,
For this, base Judas sold his God,
Himself unto the devil.
When ourLord was instituting his last
snpper, he said unto his disciples, I have
chosen you twelve, but one of you is a
devil. And again, Verily I say unto ye,
one of ye this night shall betray me, &
he it is unto whomsoever I shall give a
sop: then giving a sop unto Judas, he
said unto him what thou dost do quickly. With the sop the devil entered into
Judas, and he went out from amongst
them.—Judas then went to the chief
priests, & received the thirty pieces of
silver ; so taking with him an armed
band, telling them that whomsoever he
should kiss, the same was he, hold him
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fast, came back to where Jesus was,
and meeting him in the Garden of
Gethsemane, he went up to him saying,
Hail, Master, and kissed him. Then
they laid hands on the Lord, and bound
hitu as a thief and a murderer, and led
him away to the high Priest and Eldei
who asked him many question3 ; to
which our Lord gave them no answer,
•but stood like a lamb dumb before his
shearers. Nevertheless, the whole assembly, though they found nothing
worthy of death in him, one by one
passed the following sentences on him :
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JERUSALEM'S
B L A C K
T R I B U I i L ;
OR, THE
Bloody Sentence of the Jews,
AGAINST
OUR BLESSED LOUD A N D SAVIOUR,
&EStJS
CHRIST.
C A I P H A S .
Ratter one man should die, than all
perish.
JEHOSOPHAT*
Let him be bound, and kept fast in
chains.
R A P H A B i
.
Let us put him to death.
FAEEAS®
Let us banish him, or he will destroy
our country.
B I A E E H I A S .
lie is worthy of death, because he
seduceth the people.
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B A B O T H t
Guilty or not, let the seducer die.
XiE$$A#
Let us banish him for ever.
CHIEMIES.
If he be innocent he shall die, because
he stirreth up the people.
PTOLEMEUSt
Guilty or not guilty, let us sentence
him to death or punishment,
TEKASo
Either banish him or send him unto Caesar.
l i l M E C H t
Punish him with deathPOTIPHARESt
Let him be banished for seducing
the people.
The mob also cried put to Pontius
Pilate, if you Jet this man go, you are
not Caesar's friend ; therefore, crucify
him ! crucify him !
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THE
SENTENCE
OF
DEATH
PASSED ON
J£§U§
CHRIST,
BY
Pontius P i l o t
I PONTIUS P I L A T E , Judge in Jeiusalem
under the most potent Tiberius, happy
and prosperous be his reign, havingheard and known the accusation of
JESUS of N A Z A B E T H , whom the Jews
brought bound, do pronounce his sentence ; seeing he, by presumptuous expressions, called himself the SON of
GOD, and
the
K I N O o f t h e JEWS, a n d
said he would destroy the Temple of
Solomon. Let him be condemned' to
the cross with the two Thieves.
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Thus was the Lord of Life condemn'd,
On Calvry's mount to die,
As Moses' Serpent so was he
There lifted up on high,
'Twas not for sins that weie his own,
He there shed forth his blood,
But that such sinners vile a? we,
Might be brought near to God.
Let us obey the gospel call,
New while it is to-day,
Lest ere tomorrow Death should cry,
T o judgment come away.
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TRAITOR
JUDAS.
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NOW JUDAS, the Traitor, having
heard all that was done, repented of
what he had done, and in the greatest
confusion he repaired to the chief
Priests and Elders, and said unto them,
I have sinned, in that I have betrayed
the innocent blood. Hut they replied,
what is that to us, see thou to that.
And he threw back the thirty pieces of
silver, and he went & hanged himself.
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Tho* Judas' mongst the Apostles was
And with them took his part,
His awful end proved him to be
A traitor in his heart
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After our Lord's ascension, the eleven
apostles assembled together, and chose
out two men, that by casting lots one
of them should be set aside to the
apostolic office, and when they had
fasted and prayed, casting* the lot, fell
upon Matthias, and he was numbered
with the apostles in the room of Judas
who by transgression fell, that he
might go to his place.
Learn hence a lot's a sacred thing,
Let's not it vainly use,
Since God thereby has oft thought fit
T o choose and to refuse.
,msd) o3nu
nna^a^MJ hnnatesnH
Let's be content with what's our lot,
Since God to us it gave,
Let's pray that Christ may fee the gift,
Greater can't sinners have.
FINIS.
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THE
Wife of Beitk
With a description of her
JOURNEY TO HEAVEN.
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In Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,
Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes
She lived alicentiot s life,
And namely in venereal acts ;
Bnt death did come for all her cracks,
When years were spent and days outdriven,
Then suddenly she sickness takes,
Deceast forthwith and went to heaven.
But as she went upen the way.
There followed 1 er a certain guide ;
And kindly to her did say,
Where mean you dame for to abide ?
I know you are the Wife of Beith,
And would not then that you go wrong
For I'm your friend, and will not loath
That you i»o thro 4 this narrow throng,
This way is broader,
with me.
And very pleasant is the way ;
I'll bring thee where you would be,
Go with me friend say me not nay.
She looked on him. then did speer,
I pray you sir, what is your name ?
Show me the way how came you here?
T o tell it to me is no shame.
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Is that a favour 'bout your neck ?
And what is that upon your side ?
Is it a bag or silvei sack ?
What are you then where do you bide ?
I was a servant unto Christ,
And Judas likewise is my name.
I knew you by your colours first.
Forsooth indeed you are to blame;
Your master did you not betray ?
And hang yourself when ye had done ?
Where'er you bide I will not stay ;
Go then yo'i knave let me alone.
Whatever I be I'll be your gtiidf*,
Because yo i know not well the way j
Will you at once in me confide,
I'll do rill friendship that 1 may.
What would you me ?
Where do you dwell,
I have nought will go with t h e e ;
I fear it is some lower cell,
I pray thee therefore let me be.
This is a stormy night and cold,
III bring you to a warmer inn ;
Will you g o forward and be bold,
And mend your pace till ye win in.
I fear your inn will be too warm,
For too much hotness is not b e s t ;
Such hotness there may do me harm,
And keep me that I do not r e s t ;
I know your way it is to hell.
For you are not one of the eleven ;
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Go haste you then unto your cell,
My way is only unto heaven.
That way is by the gates of hell,
I f you intend there for to go,
Go dame I will not you compel,
Bnt I with you will go also.
Then down they went a right steep
hill,
Where Smbke and darkness did abound
And pitch and sulphur burned still,
With yells and cries hills did resound,
T h e fiend himself cime to the gate,
And asked him where he had been ;
D o you not know and have forgot,
Seeking this wife could not be »een.
Good dame said he will you be here
I pray you then tell me your name ;
T h e wife of Beith since lltat you speer,
But to come in 1 were to blame,
I will not have you then good dame
For you were mistress of the fly ting,
If once within this gaite you come,
I will be troubled with your biting.
Cummer go back and let me be,
II ere are too many of youi rout j
For women lewd like unto thee,
I cannot turn my foot about.
Sir t! let I say i shall bide out,
But gossip thou wast ne'er to me y
For to come in, I'm not so stout,
And of my biting thoil'st be free j
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Bill Lucifer what that on thee ?
Hast thou n?o'water in this place P
Thou look'st so black it seems to mei
Thou nener drost wash thy ugly face;
If we had water here to drink,
We would not care for washing then,
Into these flames and filthy stink.
We burn with fire in the doom:
Upbraid me then good wife no more,
For first when I heard of the name ;
1 knevr thou had such words in store,
Would make the devil to think shame.
Forsooth Sir thief thou art to blame,
If I had time now to abide ;
Once ye were well but may think shame
That lost heaven for rebellious pride;
Who traitor-like -fell with the rest,
Because ye would not be content,
And now of bliss are dispossest,
Without all grace for to repent,
Thou made'st poor Eve long since
consent,
To eat of the forbidden tree ;
(Which we her daughters may repent)
And made us almost like to thee j
But God be blest who past thee by.
And did a Saviour provide ;
For /fdam's w hole posterity,
All those who do in him confide,
Adieu false fiend, I may not bide,
With thee I may no longer stay ;
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My God in death he was my Guide*
O ' e r hell I'll pet the victory.
Then up the hill the poor wife went
Opprest with stinking flames and fear.
Weeping right sore with gieat relent.
For to go else she wist not w h e r e ;
a narrow way with thorns and briers,
and full of mires was here b e f o r e ;
She sighed oft with sobs and tears.
T h e poor wife's heart was wond 4 rous
sore;
Tired and torn she went on still,
Sometimes she sat anil sometimes fell,
aye till she came to a high hill,
and then <?ne looked back to hell.
When that she hatl climbM up the hill,
Before her was a goodly plain ;
Where she did rest and weep her fill,
Then rose and to her feet again.
H e r heart was glad the way was good
Up to the hill she hied with haste,
T h e f l o u e r s were fair where there she
stood,
The field were pleasant to her taste.
Then she espied Jerusalem,
O n Zion's mount where that it stood:
Shining with gx>ld light as the sun,
H e r silly soul was then right glad ;
T h e ports of pearls shining bright,
Were very glorious to behold,
With precious stones g a \ e such a light
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T h e walls were of transparent gold;
high were tWe walls thegates were shut
and long she thought for to be in $
But then for fear of biding out,
She knocked hard and made some dinT o knock and cry she did not spare
Till father Adam did her h e a r ;
Who is't that raps so rudely there,
Heaven cannot well be vvcn by weir;
T h e wife of Beith since that you spier,
Hath stood these two hours at the gate*
Go back quoth he, thou must forbear,
Here may rio sinners entrance get.
Adam, quoth she, 1 shall be in,
In spite of all such churls as thee j
T h o u ' r t the original of all sin.
For which thou art not flvting free.
But for thy soul offences fled.
Adam went back and let her be,
Looking as if his nose had bled.
Then mother Eve did at him speer,
Who was it there that made such din?
He said, a woman would be here,
For me I durst not let her in.
I'll go, said she, and ask her will,
Her company I would have fain ;
But aye she cried anil knocked still,
And in no ways she would refrain.
Daughter, said Eve, you will do well,
T o come a^ain another t i u i e ;
Heaven is not won by sword or steel,
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Nor none that's guilty of a crime.
Mother said she, the fault is thine,
That knocking here so long I stand;
Thy guilt is more than that of mine,
If thou wilt rightly understand,
Thou wast the cause of all our sin,
Wherein we were bom and conceived.
Our misery thou did'st begin,
By thee thy husband was deceived.
Eve went back where Noah was,
and told him all how she was blam'd
Of her great sin and first trespass,
Whereof she was so much asham'd.
Then Noah said i will go down,
and will forbid her that she knock ;
Go back, he said, ye drunken lawn,
Your none of the celestial flock.
Noah she said, now hold thy peace,
Where I drank ale thou didst drink wine
Discover'd was to thy disgrace,
When thou wast full like to a swine,
If I was drunk 1 learned at the
For thou'rt the father and the first,
T h a t others taught and likewise me,
T o drink when as vve had 110 thirst.
Then Noah turned back with speed
and told the patriarch Abra'am then,
How that the carlin made him dread,
And how she all his deeds did ken.
Abra'am then said now get you gone
Let us no more hear of your din ;
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No lying wife as I suppose,
May enter in these gates within.
Abra'am, she said will you but spare
I hope you are not 'flyting fre^ ;
You of yourself had such a care,
Deny'd your wife and made a lie;
Go then I pray you let me be
For 1 repent of all my sin;
Do thou but ope the gates to me,
and let me quietly come in.
Abra'am went back to Jacob then,
and told his grandson how to speed,
How that of her nothing he wan,
an 1 that he thought the cariin mad,
Then down came J a t o b thro* 1 he close
and said go backward clown to h e l l ;
Jacob quoth she I know your voice,
That gate pertaineth to thyself,
Of thy old trumpheiies I can tell,
With two sisters thou led*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 fi aud t ly father frae ;
Gave thou not him for venison,
A kid instead of breaken rae ?
Jacob himself was tickled so
H e went to Lot where he was lying,
and to the gate prayed him to go,
T o staunch the carlin of her crying
Lot says fair dame make less ado,
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and come again another day.
Old harlot carle and drunkard too,
T h o u with thine own two daughters lay
Of thine untimely se d I say,
Proceeded nevei good hut ill.
Poor Lot for shame then stole away,
And left the wife to knock her fill,
M e e k Moses then went down at last,
T o pacify the carlin then ;
Now dame said he, knock not so fast,
Your knocking will not let you ben.
Good sir, she said, 1 am aghast,
Whene'er i look you in the f a c e ;
If that your law till now had last,
T h e n surely I had ne'er got g r a c e :
But Moses, sir, now by your leave,
although in heaven you be possesst,
For all you saw did not believe.
But you in Horeb once transgressed,
Wherefore by all it is confest.
You hut got up the land to see,
and in the mount were put to rest,
Yea buried there where you did die.
Moses meekly turned back,
and told his brother Aaron there,
H o w the old carlin did so crack,
and in no ways did him forbear.
Tl en Aaron sail), I will not swear.
But Ml conjure her as I can ;
and I will make her now forbear,
So that she shall not rap again.
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Then Aaron said, you whorish wife,
Get you g*one anil rap no more ;
(With idols you have led your life,)
Or then you will repent it sore,
(rood Aaron priest 1 know you well,
This golden calf you may remember.
Who made the people plagues to see*
T h e is of you recorded ever ;
your priesthood now is nothing worth,
Christ is my only priest, and he.
My lord, who shall not keep rive forth,
So I'll get in in spite of t hee.
U p started Sampson at the length,
Unto the gate apace came he,
T o drive away the wife with strength,
But all in vain it would not l>e.
Sampson, quoth she, t h e world may
Thou was a j u d p e that proved unjust ;
Those gracious girts which God gave
thee,
Thou I >st by thy licentious lust,
From Delila thy wicked wife,
Thy secrets chief couldst not refrain,
She daily sought to take thy life,
Thou lost thy locks and then was slain.
Though thou wast strong it was in vain
Haunted with harlots heie and there,
Then Sampson turned back again,
And with the wife would mell nae tnair,
T h e n said king David knock no more,
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We ara troubled with thy cry,
David quoth she, how cam'st thou
here ?
Thou migju^st bide out as well as I,
Thy dee,is no ways thou canst deny,
Is not thy sin far worse than mine ?
Who with Uriah's wife did lie,
And caus'cj him to be murder'd synt?,
Then Jeditii said who's there that
knocks, ?
, ?
And to our n e i g h b o u r t h e s e notes
Madam said she k t he your macks,
I came not here for qntting throats:
I am a sinner full of blots,
Yet through Chiist's blood I shall be
clean.
If you and I be judged by votes,
T h e thing you did was worse than mine
Then said the sapient Solomon,
Thou art a sinner all men say,
Therefore our Saviour, I suppose.
Thee heavenly entrance will deny,
Mind quoth she thy latter days,
What idol gods thou did upset,
And wast so lewd in Venus' plays,
Thou didst thy maker quite forget.
Then Jonas said fair dame content
you,
If you intend to come to grace.
You must dree penance and repent you
Ere you conae within tins place.
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Jonas quoth she how stands the case ?
How came you here to be with Christ?
How dare you look me in the face ?
Considering how you broke your tryst,
To go God's ei rand thou withstood him
And heldfhis council in disdain ;
The raven messenger thou play'd him,
And brought noitBtssage back again
With meray'thou wast Bot; darken t*.
When that the Lord i t e did them spare
Although the city did repent,
It grieved tbieAhy he!ai?t was sair :
Let me alone and speakt no more,
Go back again in:© the whale,
For now my heart is^ako gorej
]>ut yet I hope 1 shall prevail.
Good Jonas said crack on your fill,
For here I may no longer tarry,
Y£t knock as long as e'er you will,
And go into a firry farry.
Jonas she says ye do miscarry,
As I have done in former time,
You're no Saint Peter nor Saint Mary,
T h y blot's as black as ever mine,
So Jonas then he was asham'd,
Because he was not fly ting free,
Oi all his faults she had him blam'd
He left the wife and let her be.
Saint Thomas then / council thee,
Go speak unto yon wicked wife,
She shames u s all, aad as for me,
to*
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Her like I never heard all my life.
Thomas then said, you make such
din,
When you are out, and meikle din
If you were here, P11 lay my life.
No peace the saints would get within}
I t is your trade for to be fly ting,
Still in a fever as one raves.
N o marvel though you wives be biting,
Your tongues are ma le of a*pen leaves
Thomas quoth she, let be your taunts,
You play the pick-thank I perceive,
Though ye be brother to the saints,
An unbelieving heart you have ;
Thou brought the Lord unto the grave.
But wouht no more with him remain,
And wast the last of all the lave,
T h a t did believe he rose again,
There mi^ht no doctrine do thee good,
Nor miracles make thee confide,
Till thou beheld Christ's wounds and
blood,
And put'st thy hands unto his side ;
Didst thou not daily with him bide,
And see the wonders which he wrought
But blest are they who do confide,
And do believe yet saw him n o t ;
Thoma.«, she says, will you speei,
If that my sister Magdalene,
Will come to me if she be here ;
For comfort sure you give me nane.
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H e was so blythe he turned back f
and thanked God that he was gane,
He had no will to hear her crack t
But told it Mary Magdalene.
When she did hear her sister's mocks,
She went unto the gate with speed :
and asked her who is't that knocks?
*Tis I, the wife of Btith indeed,
She said g ood mistress you must stand
Till ye be tried by tiibuhtioiV.
Sister, quoth she, g w e me your hand,
are we not both of one vocation?
It is not through your occupation,
That you are placet! so divine,
My faith is fixed on Christ's passion.
My soul shail be as safe as thine.
Then Mary went away in haste,
T h e carlin made her so aslram'd,
She had no will of such a guest,
T o lose her pains and be so blamed.
Now good St. Paul, said Magdalenet
-Because you are a learned man,
Go and convince this woman then,
For I have done all that I can :
Sure if she were in hell I doubt,
They would not keep her longer there
Cut to the gate would turn hei out ;
and send her back to be elsewhere.
Then went the good apostle Paul,
T o put the wife in better tune.
Wash off the filth that fylea thy soul,
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Then shall heav'n's gates be open soon.
Remember Paul what thou hast idone,
For the epistles thou didst compile,
Though now thou sittest up above,
Thou persecuted Christ awhile.
Woman he said, thou art not r%ht f
That which I did, I did not know;
But thou did sin with all thy might ,
Although th^ preachers did thee show,
Saint Paul, rhe said, it is not So,
I did not know as well asye,
But I will to my Saviour go;
Who will his favour show to mfe ;
You think you are of flvting free,
Because you were wrapt up above.
But yet it was Christ's grace to thee,
and matchlessness of his dear love,
Then, Paul she says 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,
Fcr why I cannot longer tarry,
Then shall ye ail be quit of din,
For I must speak with good saint Mary.
The good apostle discontent,
Right suddenly he turned back,
For he did very much repent,
T o hear the carhn proudly crack,
Paul says good brother now arise,
and make an end of all this din,
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And if be so you have the keys,
Open and l ?l the p ^ i g ^ g iprdm oT
T h e apostle Paul arose at last,
and to the gate with speed he he hies*:
Carlin quoth he knock not so fast,
You cumber Mary with your cries.
Peter she said let Christ arise,
and grant me mercy in my need ;
For why, 1 ne'er denied him thrice,
as though thyself hast don?e indeed..
Thou calling bold what's that to thee ?
1 got remission for my sin ;
It cost many sad tears to me,
Before I entered here within.
/ 1 will not be thy m uckle din,
W ill cause heaven ^ates opened be,
Thou must be purified of sin ;
and of all sins must be made free.
Saint Peter then its nought to you
That you were rid of your fears,
It was Christ's gracious look I trow
That made ye wipe those bitter tears,
T h e door of mercy is not closed,
I may get grace as well as ye,
It is not so as ye supposed
/ will be in, in jspiite } Jsh&f&o odW
But wicked wife it is too late,
Thou shouldest have mourn'd upon
earth,
Repentance now is out of date :
/ 1 should have been before thy death ;
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Thau mightest then have turned wrath
T o mercy then and mercy £feat,
But now the Lord is very loth,
and all thy crys not worth a jot.
Ah ! Peter then what shall I do?
H e will not hear me as i hear,
Shall I despair of mercy too!
No, no, 1,11 trust in mercy d e a r :
and if I perish here I'll stay,
and never go from heaven bright;
I'll ever hope and always pray,
Tntil 1 get my Saviour's sight.
I think indeed you now are right,
if you had faith you would win in ;
Importune then with all your mi^ht,
Faith is the feet wherewith you come.
It is che hands will hoi i him fast
But weak faith never may presume ;
'Twill let you sink and be aghast.
Stongly believe, < r your undone.
But good Saint Peter, let me be,
Had you &m:h faith did it abound ?
When you did walk upon the sea,
Were ye not lik iiy to he drown'd ?
Had not our Saviour helped thee,
Who came and took thee by the hand ;
So c*n my Lord do ui to me,
and bring- me to the promised land,
Is my faith weak ? Yea he is still
T h e same and ever shall remain ;
His mercies last and his good will,
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T o bring me to his flock again;
He will me help and me relieve,
and will increase my faith also,
If weakly J can but believe,
For from this place Til never go.
But Peter said how can that be*
How dar'st thou look him in the face ?
Such horrid sinners like to thee,
Can have no courage to have grace ;
Here none comes in but they that's
stout,
and suffer'd have for the good cause?
Like unto thee are keeped cut.
For thou hast kroken all Moses* laws.
Peter she said, 1 do appeal,
From Moses and from thee also,
With him and you Ml not prevail,
But to my Saviour 1 will go;
Indeed of old you were right stout,
When ysu did cut off Malchtis' ear ;
But after that you went about.
And a poor maid then did you fear.
Wherefore Saint Peter do forbear,
A comforter indee 1 your n o t ;
Let me alone, 1 do not fear,
Take home the wissd of your g r o a t ;
Was it your o\rn or Paul's good sword
When that your courage was so keen,
You were ri^ht stout upon my word,
Then you would fain at fishing been j
For ere the crowing of the cock,
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You 4id deny your master thrice.
For all your stoutness turned: a block,
Now flyte no more if ye be wise.
Yet at the last the Lord arose,
Environ§d with angels bright.
And to the wife in haste he goes,
l i e f i ^ d her to pass out of sight,
() Lord quoth she, cause me do right
But not according to my sin,
tlave yoi) not promised day and night,
When sinners knocks t j let them in ?
v He said thou wrests the scriptures
wrong.
The night is come thou spent the day
In whoredom thou hast lived lon£,
And do repent thou didst d e l a y ;
Still my commandments thou abus'd
And vice committed busily,
Since now,my mercy thou refused,
Go down to hell eternally,
O Lord, my sou! doth testify,
That I have spent my life in vain ;
Ah ! mak^ a wandering sheep of me,
And bring me to thy flock again.
I'nink'st thou tbore is no count to
crave,
Of all th;e#e gifts in thee was planted,
I gave thee beauty 'hove*the lave,
A pregnant wit thou ntver ro anted.
Master, quoth she it must be granted,
My sins are great give me contrition ;
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The forlorn son when he repented.
Obtain'd his father's full remission.
I spar'd my judgment many times,
And sp'ritual pastors did thee send ;
Hut thou renew'd'st thy former crimes,
Aye more and more me to offend.
My Lord, quoth she, I do amend,
Lamenting for my former vice,
The poor thief at the latter end,
For one word went to paradise.
T h e t hief heard never of my teachings,
My heavenly precepts and my laws,
But thou wast daily at my preachings,
Both heard and saw and yet misknowl,
Master quoth she the scriptures shows,
T h ie J e w i sh w o m a n w h 0 p I ay' d t h e 1 o w ii
Conform unto the Hebrew laws,
Was brought to thee to he put down ;
Y ut nevertheless thou let 4 st her go,
And made the P h a r k e e ^ afraid.
Indeed, says Christ, it was right so,
And that my bidding was obey'd,
Woman, he sail), I may not cast,
The chi 1 dren's bread to dog's like thee,
Although my mercics yet do last,
There's mercy here but none for thee,
But, loving Lord, may I presume,
Poor worm, that I may speak again,
The dogs for hunger were undone,
Arid for the crumbs they were right
fain ;
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Grant me one crumb that then doth fall
From thy blest children's table Lord,
That I may be lefresh'd withal,
It will me help enough afford.
The gates of mercy now are clos'd,
And thou canst hardly enter in ;
It is not so as thou supposed.
For thou art deadly sick in sin.
*Tis true indeed my lord most meek,
My sore and sickness 1 do f e e l ;
Yet thou the lamb dost truly seek,
Who lay long* at Bethseda's pool,
Of that thee never sought,
Like to the poor Samaritan;
Whom thou into thy fold has brought,
Even as thou didst the widow of Nain :
Most giacious God, didst thou not bid
All that were weary eorre to thee ?
Behold I come! even oVrload
With sin, have mercy upon me.
The issues of tiw soul are great,
Thou art both leprous and unclean,
To be with me thou art not fit,
Go from me then, let me alone.
Let me thy garments once but touch,
My bloody issue will be whole,
It will not cost thee very much,
To Fave a poor distressed soul.
Speak thou the word I shall be vhole,
One look of thee shall do me good,
Save now good lord my silly soul,
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Bought with thine own most precious
blood.
L e t me alone, none of my blood,
Was ever shed for such as thee,
I t was my mercy patience good.
Which from damnation sec them free.
I t is confest thou hast been just,
Altho 4 thou had condemned m e ;
But O ! thy mercies still do last,
T o save the soul that tiust in thee :
Let me not then condemned be.
Most humbly Lord, I thee request,
O f sinners all none, like me,
So much the more thy praise shall last,
Thy praising me is profite,
My saints shall praise me e v e r m o r e :
In sinners I have no delight,
Such sacrifice 1 do abhor.
T h e n she unto the Lord did say,
At footstool of thy grace Ml lie ;
Sweet Lord my God sav me not nay,
For if I perish here I'll die.
Poor silly wretch then speak no mor*
Thy faith poor soul hath saved thee ;
Enter thou into my glory,
And rest through all eternity.
How soon our Saviour these words
said,
A lon«r white robe to her was given
And then the angels did her lead
Forthwith within the gates of heaven
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A laurel crown set on her Head.
Spangled with rubies and with gold ;
A bright white palm she always had,
Glorious itWas for to behold ;
Her face did shine like to the sun,
like threads of gold her hair hung dpwn
Her eyes like lamps unto the moon :
Of precious stones ri Jh Was her croVHi,
Angels and saints did welcome her,
:The heavenly choir did sing rejoice ;
King David w ith his harp was t h e r e ;
The silver bells gave a great noise.
Such music and such melody,
Was neither ever heard or seen,
When this poor saint was plac'd t o high
:And of her sins made freely clean ;
But then when thus she Was p<issest,
And looked back on all 11er fears,
And that she was come to her rest,
KreeM from her sins, and all her tears,
She from her head did take the crown,
Giving all praise to Christ on high,
Amd a t I vis feet-she laid it down,
For that the Lamb hath made her free,
Now doth she sing triumphantly,
And shall rejoice for eventiore
O'er death and hell victoriously,
With lasting spirits laid in store.
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.
FINIS. .
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THE
Wife of Beith;
With a description of her
JOURNEY TO HEAVEN.
FALKIRK
PRINTED F R THE BOOKSELLERS.
O
�THE
W I F E OF B E I T H .
In Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,
Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes
She lived a licentious life,
And namely in venereal acts ;
But death did come for all her cracks,
When years were spent and days outdriven,
Then suddenly she sickness takes,
Deceast forthwith and went to heaven.
But as she went upen the way.
There followed her a certain guide ;
And kindly to her did say,
Where mean you dame for to abide ?
I know you are the Wife of Beith,
And would not then that you go wrong
For I'm your friend, and will not loath
That you go thro' this narrow throng,
This way is broader,
with me.
And very pleasant is the way ;
I'll bring thee where you would be,
Go with me friend say me not nay.
She looked on him. then did speer,
I pray you sir, what is your name ?
Show me the way how came you here?
T o tell it to me is no shame.
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Is that a favour 'bout your neck ?
And what is that upon your side ?
Is it a bag or silver sack ?
What are you then where do you bide ?
I was a servant unto Christ,
And Judas likewise is my name.
I knew you by your colours first.
Forsooth indeed you are to blame;
Your master did you not betray ?
And hang yourself when ye had done ?
Where'er you bide I will not stay ;
Go then you knave let me alone.
Whatever I be I'll be your guide,
Becauseyoui know not well the way
;
Will you at once in me confide,
I'll do all friendship that I may.
What would you me ?
Where do you dwell,
I have nought will go with t h e e ;
I fear it is some lower cell,
I pray thee therefore let me be.
This is a stormy night and cold,
I'll bring you to a warmer inn ;
Will you g o forward and be bold,
And mend your pace till ye win in.
I fear your inn will be too warm,
For too much hotness is not b e s t ;
Such hotness there may do me harm,
And keep me that I do not r e s t ;
I know your way it is to hell.
For you are not one of the eleven ;
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Go haste you then unto your cell,
My way is only unto heaven.
That way is by the gates of hell,
I f you intend there for to go,
Go dame I will not you compel,
Bnt I with you will go also.
Then down they went a right steep
hill,
Where Smoke and darkness did abound
And pitch and sulphur burned still,
With yells and cries hills did resound,
T h e fiend himself came to the gate,
And asked him where he had been ;
D o you not know and have forgot,
Seeking this wife could not be seen.
Good dame said he will you be here
I pray you then tell me your name ;
T h e wife of Beith since that you speer,
But to come in I were to blame,
I will not have you then good dame
For you were mistress of the flyting,
If once within this gate you come,
I will be troubled with your biting.
Cummer go back and let me be,
H ere are too many of your rout
For women lewd like unto thee,
I cannot turn my foot about.
Sir thief I say i shall bide out,
But gossip thou wast ne'er to me
For to come in, I'm not so stout,
And of my biting thou'st be free
;
;
;
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But Lucifer what's that on thee ?
Hast thou no water in this place?
Thou look'st so black it seems to me,
Thou ne'er dost wash thy ugly face;
If we had water here to drink,
We would not care for washing then,
Into these flames and filthy stink.
We burn with fire in the doom:
Upbraid me then good wife no more,
For first when I heard of the name ;
Iknewthou had such words in store,
Would make the devil to think shame.
Forsooth Sir thief thou art to blame,
If I had time now to abide ;
Once ye were well but may think shame
That lost heaven for rebellious pride;
Who traitor-like fell with the rest,
Because ye would not be content,
And now of bliss are dispossest,
Without all grace for to repent,
Thou made'st poor Eve long since
consent,
To eat of the forbidden tree ;
(Which we her daughters may repent)
And made us almost like to thee ;
But God be blest who past thee by.
And did a Saviour provide ;
For Adam's whole posterity,
All those who do in him confide,
Adieu false fiend, I may not bide,
With thee I may no longer stay ;
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My God in death he was my Guide,
O ' e r hell I'll get the victory.
Then up the hill the poor wife went
Opprest with stinking flames and fear.
Weeping right sore with great relent.
For to go else she wist not w h e r e ;
a narrow way with thorns and briers,
and full of mires was here b e f o r e ;
She sighed oft with sobs and tears.
T h e poor wife's heart was wond 4 rous
sore;
Tired and torn she went on still,
Sometimes she sat and sometimes fell,
aye till she came to a high hill,
and then she looked back to hell.
When that she had climb'd up the hill,
Before her was a goodly plain ;
Where she did rest and weep her fill,
Then rose and to her feet again.
H e r heart was glad the way was good
Up to the hill she hied with haste,
T h e flowers were fair where there she
stood,
The field were pleasant to her taste.
Then she espied Jerusalem,
O n Zion's mount where that it stood:
Shining with gold light as the sun,
H e r silly soul was then right glad ;
T h e ports of pearls shining bright,
Were very glorious to behold,
With precious stones gave such a light
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T h e walls were of transparent gold;
high were the walls the gates were shut
and long she thought for to be in
But then for fear of biding out,
She knocked hard and made some din.
T o knock and cry she did not spare
Till father Adam did her h e a r ;
Who is't that raps so rudely there,
Heaven cannot well be won by weir;
T h e wife of Beith since that you spier,
Hath stood these two hours at the gate.
Go back quoth he, thou must forbear,
Here may no sinners entrance get.
Adam, quoth she, I shall be in,
In spite of all such churls as thee
T h o u ' r t the original of all sin.
For which thou art not flyting free.
But for thy soul offences fled.
Adam went back and let her be,
Looking as if his nose had bled.
Then mother Eve did at him speer,
Who was it there that made such din?
He said, a woman would be here,
For me I durst not let her in.
I'll go, said she, and ask her will,
Her company I would have fain ;
But aye she cried and knocked still,
And in no ways she would refrain.
Daughter, said Eve, you will do well,
T o come again another t i m e ;
Heaven is not won by sword or steel,
;
;
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Nor none that's guilty of a crime.
Mother said she, the fault is thine,
That knocking here so long I stand;
Thy guilt is more than that of mine,
If thou wilt rightly understand,
Thou wast the cause of all our sin,
Wherein we were born and conceived.
Our misery thou did'st begin,
By thee thy husband was deceiv'd.
Eve went back where Noah was,
and told him all how she was blam'd
Of her great sin and first trespass,
Whereof she was so much asham'd.
Then Noah said i will go down,
and will forbid her that she knock ;
Go back, he said, ye drunken lawn,
Your none of the celestial flock.
Noah she said, now hold thy peace,
Where I drank ale thou didst drink wine
Discover'd was to thy disgrace,
When thou wast full like to a swine,
If I was drunk I learned at the
For thou'rt the father and the first,
T h a t others taught and likewise me,
T o drink when as we had no thirst.
Then Noah turned back with speed
and told the patriarch Abra'am then,
How that the carlin made him dread,
And how she all his deeds did ken.
Abra'am then said now get you gone
Let us no more hear of your din ;
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No lying wife as I suppose,
May enter in these gates within.
Abra'am, she said will you but spare
I hope you are not flyting free ;
You of yourself had such a care,
Deny'd your wife and made a lie;
Go then I pray you let me be
For I repent of all my sin;
Do thou but ope the gates to me,
and let me quietly come in.
Abra'am went back to Jacob then,
and told his grandson how to speed,
How that of her nothing he wan,
an I that he thought the carlin mad,
Then down came J a t o b thro' the close
and said go backward clown to h e l l ;
Jacob quoth she I know your voice,
That gate pertaineth to thyself,
Of thy old trumpheries I can tell,
With two sisters thou led'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 him for venison,
A kid instead of breaken rae ?
Jacob himself was tickled so
H e went to Lot where he was lying,
and to the gate prayed him to go,
T o staunch the carlin of her crying
Lot says fair dame make less ado,
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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 se d I say,
Proceeded never good hut ill.
Poor Lot for shame then stole away,
And left the wife to knock her fill,
Meek Moses then went down at last,
T o pacify the carlin then ;
Now dame said he, knock not so fast,
Your knocking will not let you ben.
Good sir, she said, I am aghast,
Whene'er i look you in the f a c e ;
If that your law till now had last,
Then surely I had ne'er got g r a c e :
But Moses, sir, now by your leave,
although in heaven you be possesst,
For all you saw did not believe.
But you in Horeb once transgressed,
Wherefore by all it is confest.
You hut got up the land to see,
and in the mount were put to rest,
Yea buried there where you did die.
Moses meekly turned back,
and told his brother Aaron there,
How the old carlin 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.
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Then Aaron said, you whorish wife,
Get you gone anil rap no more ;
(With idols you have led your life,)
Or then you will repent it sore,
(rood Aaron priest I know you well,
This golden calf you may remember.
Who made the people plagues to see.
T h e is of you recorded ever ;
your priesthood now is nothing worth,
Christ is my only priest, and he.
My lord, who shall not keep me forth,
So I'll get in in spite of thee.
U p started Sampson at the length,
Unto the gate apace came he,
T o drive away the wife with strength,
But all in vain it would not he.
Sampson, quoth she, t h e world may
Thou was a judge that proved unjust ;
Those gracious girts which God gave
thee,
Thou lost by thy licentious lust,
From Delila thy wicked wife,
Thy secrets chief couldst not refrain,
She daily sought to take thy life,
Thou lost thy locks and then was slain.
Though thou wast strong it was in vain
Haunted with harlots here and there,
Then Sampson turned back again,
And with the wife would mell nae mair,
T h e n said king David knock no more,
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We are troubled with thy cry,
David quoth she, how cam'st thou
here ?
Thou might'st bide out as well as I,
Thy deeds no ways thou canst deny,
Is not thy sin far worse than mine ?
Who with Uriah's wife did lie,
And caus'd him to be murder'd syne,
Then Jedith said who's there that
knocks,
And to our neighbour gives these notes
Madam said she let be your macks,
I came not here for cutting throats:
I am a sinner full of blots,
Yet through Christ's blood I shall be
clean.
If you and I be judged by votes,
T h e thing you did was worse than mine
Then said the sapient Solomon,
Thou art a sinner all men say,
Therefore our Saviour, I suppose.
Thee heavenly entrance will deny,
Mind quoth she thy latter days,
What idol gods thou did upset,
And wast so lewd in Venus' plays,
Thou didst thy maker quite forget.
Then Jonas said fair dame content
you,
If you intend to come to grace.
You must dree penance and repent you
Ere you come within this place.
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Jonas quoth she how stands the case ?
How came you here to be with Christ?
How dare you look me in the face ?
Considering how you broke your tryst,
To go God's errand thou withstood him
And held this council in disdain ;
The raven messenger thou play'd him,
And brought no message back again
With mercy thou wastnotcontent,
When that the Lord he did them spare
Although the city did repent,
It grieved thee thy heart was sair :
Let me alone and speak no more,
Go back again into the whale,
For now my heart isalsosore,
But yet I hope I shall prevail.
Good Jonas said crack on your fill,
For here I may no longer tarry,
Yet knock as long as e'er you will,
And go into a firry farry.
Jonas she says ye do miscarry,
As I have done in former time,
You're no Saint Peter nor Saint Mary,
T h y blot's as black as ever mine,
So Jonas then he was asham'd,
Because he was not fly ting free,
Of all his faults she had him blam'd
He left the wife and let her be.
Saint Thomas then I council thee,
Go speak unto yon wicked wife,
She shames u s all, and as for me,
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Her like I never heard all my life.
Thomas then said, you make such
din,
When you are out, and meikle din
If you were here, I'll lay my life.
No peace the saints would get within;
I t is your trade for to be flyting,
Still in a fever as one raves.
N o marvel though you wives be biting,
Your tongues are m a l e of aspen leaves
Thomas quoth she, let be your taunts,
You play the pick-thank I perceive,
Though ye be brother to the saints,
An unbelieving heart you have ;
Thou brought the Lord unto the grave.
But would no more with him remain,
And wast the last of all the lave,
T h a t did believe he rose again,
There mi^ht no doctrine do thee good,
Nor miracles make thee confide,
Till thou beheld Christ's wounds and
blood,
And put'st thy hands unto his side ;
Didst thou not daily with him bide,
And see the wonders which he wrought
But blest are they who do confide,
And do believe yet saw him n o t ;
Thomas, she says, will you speer,
If that my sister Magdalene,
Will come to me if she be here ;
For comfort sure you give me nane.
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H e was so blythe he turned back,
and thanked God that he was gane,
He had no will to hear her crack,
But told it Mary Magdalene.
When she did hear her sister's mocks,
She went unto the gate with speed :
and asked her who is't that knocks?
'Tis I, the wife of Btith indeed,
She said good mistress you must stand
Till ye be tried by tribulation.
Sister, quoth she, give me your hand,
are we not both of one vocation?
It is not through your occupation,
That you are placed so divine,
My faith is fixed on Christ's passion.
My soul shall be as safe as thine.
Then Mary went away in haste,
T h e carlin made her so asham'd,
She had no will of such a guest,
T o lose her pains and be so blamed.
Now good St. Paul, said Magdalene,
Because you are a learned man,
Go and convince this woman then,
For I have done all that I can :
Sure if she were in hell I doubt,
They would not keep her longer there
Cut to the gate would turn her out ;
and send her back to be elsewhere.
Then went the good apostle Paul,
T o put the wife in better tune.
Wash off the filth that fyles thy soul,
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Then shall heav'n's gates be open soon.
Remember Paul what thou hast done,
For the epistles thou didst compile,
Though now thou sittest up above,
Thou persecuted Christ awhile.
Woman he said, thou art not right,
That which I did, I did not know;
But thou did sin with all thy might,
Although the preachers did thee show,
Saint Paul, she said, it is not So,
I did not know as 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 she says 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 turned back,
For he did very much repent,
T o hear the carlin proudly crack,
Paul says good brother now arise,
and make an end of all this din,
�17
And if be so you have the keys,
Open andletthecarlinin;
T h e apostle Paul arose at last,
and to the gate with speed he he hies,
Carlin quoth he knock not so fast,
You cumber Mary with your cries.
Peter she said let Christ arise,
and grant me mercy in my need ;
For why, I ne'er denied him thrice,
as though thyself hast done indeed.
Thou calling bold what's that to thee ?
I got remission for my sin ;
It cost many sad tears to me,
Before I entered here within.
I will not be thy muckle din,
Will cause heaven gates opened be,
Thou must be purified of sin ;
and of all sins must be made free.
Saint Peter then its nought to you
That you were rid of your fears,
It was Christ's gracious look I trow
That made ye wipe those bitter tears,
T h e door of mercy is not closed,
I may get grace as well as ye,
It is not so as ye supposed
I will be in, in spiteofthee.
But wicked wife it is too late,
Thou shouldest have mourn'd upon
earth,
Repentance now is out of date :
I should have been before thy death ;
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Thou mightest then have turned wrath
T o mercy then and mercy great,
But now the Lord is very loth,
and all thy crys not worth a jot.
Ah ! Peter then what shall I do?
H e will not hear me as i hear,
Shall I despair of mercy too!
No, no, I,ll trust in mercy d e a r :
and if I perish here I'll stay,
and never go from heaven bright;
I'll ever hope and always pray,
TntilIget my Saviour's sight.
I think indeed you now are right,
if you had faith you would win in ;
Importune then with all your might,
Faith is the feet wherewith you come.
It is the hands will hold him fast
But weak faith never may presume ;
'Twill let you sink and be aghast.
Stongly believe, or your undone.
But good Saint Peter, let me be,
Had you such faith did it abound ?
When you did walk upon the sea,
Were ye not likely to he drown'd ?
Had not our Saviour helped thee,
Who came and took thee by the hand ;
So can my Lord dountoto me,
and bring me to the promised land,
Is my faith weak ? Yea he is still
T h e same and ever shall remain ;
His mercies last and his good will,
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T o bring me to his flock a g a i n ;
H e will me help and me relieve,
and will increase my faith also,
If weakly I can but believe,
For from this place I'll never go.
But Peter said how can that be?
How dar'st thou look him in the face ?
Such horrid sinners like to thee,
Can have no courage to have grace ;
Here none comes in but they that's
stout,
and suffer'd have for the good cause?
Like unto thee are keeped cut.
For thou hast kroken all Moses' laws.
Peter she said, I do appeal,
From Moses and from thee also,
With him and you I'll not prevail,
But to my Saviour I will go;
Indeed of old you were right stout,
When ysu did cut off Malchus' ear ;
But after that you went about.
And a poor maid then did you fear.
Wherefore Saint Peter do forbear,
A comforter indeed your n o t ;
Let me alone, I do not fear,
Take home the wissel of your g r o a t ;
Was it your own or Paul's good sword
When that your courage was so keen,
You were right stout upon my word,
Then you would fain at fishing been
For ere the crowing of the cock,
;
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You did deny your master thrice.
For all your stoutness turned: a block,
Now flyte no more if ye be wise.
Yet at the last the Lord arose,
Environed with angels bright.
And to the wife in haste he goes,
Desir'd
her to pass out of sight,
O Lord quoth she, cause me do right
But not according to my sin,
have you not promised day and night,
When sinners knocks to let them in ?
He said thou wrests the scriptures
wrong.
The night is come thou spent the day
In whoredom thou hast lived long,
And do repent thou didst d e l a y ;
Still my commandments thou abus'd
And vice committed busily,
Since now my mercy thou refused,
Go down to hell eternally,
O Lord, my sou! doth testify,
That I have spent my life in vain ;
Ah ! make a wandering sheep of me,
And bring me to thy flock again.
Think'st thou there is no count to
crave,
Of all these gifts in thee was planted,
I gave thee beauty 'bove the lave,
A pregnant wit thou never wanted.
Master, quoth she it must be granted,
My sins are great give me contrition ;
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The forlorn son when he repented.
Obtain'd his father's full remission.
I spar'd my judgment many times,
And sp'ritual pastors did thee send ;
But thou renew'd'st thy former crimes,
Aye more and more me to offend.
My Lord, quoth she, I do amend,
Lamenting for my former vice,
The poor thief at the latter end,
For one word went to paradise.
T h e thief heard never of my teachings,
My heavenly precepts and my laws,
But thou wast daily at my preachings,
Both heard and saw and yet misknows,
Master quoth she the scriptures shows,
T h e Jewish womanwhoplay'dthelown,
Conform unto the Hebrew laws,
Was brought to thee to he put down ;
But nevertheless thou let'st her go,
And made the Pharisee's afraid.
Indeed, says Christ, it was right so,
And that my bidding was obey'd,
Woman, he said, I may not cast,
The children's bread to dog's like thee,
Although my mercies yet do last,
There's mercy here but none for thee,
But, loving Lord, may I presume,
Poor worm, that I may speak again,
The dogs for hunger were undone,
And for the crumbs they were right
fain ;
�22
Grant me one crumb that then doth fall
From thy blest children's table Lord,
That I may be refresh'd withal,
It will me help enough afford.
The gates of mercy now are clos'd,
And thou canst hardly enter in ;
It is not so as thou supposed.
For thou art deadly sick in sin.
'Tis true indeed my lord most meek,
My sore and sickness I do f e e l ;
Yet thou the lamb dost truly seek,
Who lay long at Bethseda's pool,
Of that thee never sought,
Like to the poor Samaritan;
Whom thou into thy fold has brought,
Even as thou didst the widow of Nain :
Most gracious God, didst thou not bid
All that were weary come to thee ?
Behold I come! even o'erload
With sin, have mercy upon me.
The issues of thy soul are great,
Thou art both leprous and unclean,
To be with me thou art not fit,
Go from me then, let me alone.
Let me thy garments once but touch,
My bloody issue will be whole,
It will not cost thee very much,
To save a poor distressed soul.
Speak thou the word I shall be whole,
One look of thee shall do me good,
Save now good lord my silly soul,
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Bought with thine own most precious
blood.
Let me alone, none of my blood,
Was ever shed for such as thee,
It was my mercy patience good.
Which from damnation set them free.
I t is confest thou hast been just,
Altho' thou had condemned m e ;
But O ! thy mercies still do last,
T o save the soul that trust in thee :
Let me not then condemned be.
Most humbly Lord, I thee request,
Of sinners all none, like me,
So much the more thy praise shall last,
Thy praising me is profite,
My saints shall praise me evermore:
In sinners I have no delight,
Such sacrifice I do abhor.
Then she unto the Lord did say,
At footstool of thy grace I'll lie ;
Sweet Lord my God say me not nay,
For if I perish here I'll die.
Poor silly wretch then speak no more,
Thy faith poor soul hath saved thee ;
Enter thou into my glory,
And rest through all eternity.
How soon our Saviour these words
said,
A long white robe to her was given ;
And then the angels did her lead
Forthwith within the gates of heaven ;
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A laurel crown set on her Head.
Spangled with rubies and with gold ;
A bright white palm she always had,
Glorious itWas for to behold ;
Her face did shine like to the sun,
like threads of gold her hair hung down
Her eyes like lamps unto the moon :
Of precious stones rich Was her crown,
Angels and saints did welcome her,
T h e heavenly choir did sing rejoice ;
King David with his harp was t h e r e ;
The silver bells gave a great noise.
Such music and such melody,
Was neither ever heard or seen,
When this poor saint was plac'd t o high
And of her sins made freely clean ;
But then when thus she Was possest,
And looked back on all her fears,
And that she was come to her rest,
Free'd from her sins, and all her tears,
She from her head did take the crown,
Giving all praise to Christ on high,
And at his feet she laid it down,
For that the Lamb hath m a d e her free,
Now doth she sing triumphantly,
And shall rejoice for evermore
O'er death and hell victoriously,
With lasting spirits laid in store.
FINIS. .
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Inspired by Chaucer’s Wife of Bath, this tale describes the Wife’s journey after death. As the Wife travels first to hell and then to heaven, she is rejected by the Devil – who does not wish to be harried by her scornful tongue – and then a long number of biblical characters in heaven due to her many earthly transgressions. The Wife’s flyting appalls and shames all of these characters until she ultimately comes before Christ who at first rejects her as well, but then ultimately accepts her when she submits faithfully to him.
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In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
Extent
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24 pages
15 cm
Date
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ca.1840-1850
Publisher
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Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers
Subject
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Religion and Morals
Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk
Source
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
Creator
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Chaucer, Geoffrey, -1400
Description
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Woodcut #75: Illustration on title-page of the Resurrection showing Jesus Christ rising from the tomb in a burst of light with 4 soldiers displayed in pairs of two on the ground.
Type
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poetry
# of Woodcuts: 1
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
Chapbook Genre: religion & morals
Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Bookseller
Gender: man/men
Nature: cloud(s)
Nature: tree(s)
Occupation: soldier
Religious Figures: Jesus Christ