Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

AND BALLADS, 149
When Mary Magdalen heard her then,
She came unto the gate.
Quoth fhe, good woman, you mufl think
Upon your former ftate.
No finner enters in this place 85
Quoth Mary Magdalene. Then
'Twere ill for you, fair miftrefs mine,
She anfwered her agen :
You for your honeftye, quoth fhe,
Had once been fton'd to death ;
]Had not our Saviour Chrift come by,
And written on the earth.
It was not by your occupation,
You are become divine :
I hope my foul in Chrift his paflion, 95
Shall be as fafe as thine.
Uprofe the good apoftle Paul,
And to this wife he cryed,
Except thou make thy iins away,
Thou here fhalt be denyed. 100
Remember, Paul, what thou haft done,
All through a lewd deftre :
How thou didft perfecutc God's church,
With wrath as hot as fire.
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