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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A rare Example of a vertuous Maid in <HI>Paris,</HI> Who was by her own Mother procured to be put in Pri&s;on, thinknig thereby to compel ker to Popery, but &s;he continued to the end, and fini&s;hed her life in the Fire.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune is, <HI>O man in de&s;peration.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>IT was a Ladies Daughter,</L>
<L>of <HI>Paris</HI> properly,</L>
<L>Her Mother her commanded</L>
<L>to Ma&s;s that &s;he &s;hould hie</L>
<L>O pardon me dear mother</L>
<L>her Daughter dear did &s;ay;</L>
<L>Unto that filthy Idol,</L>
<L>I never can obey.</L>
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<LG>
<L>With weeping and with wailing,</L>
<L>her mother then did go,</L>
<L>To a&s;&s;emble her kinsfolks,</L>
<L>that they the truth may know;</L>
<L>Who being then a&s;&s;embled,</L>
<L>they did this Maiden call,</L>
<L>And put her into pri&s;on,</L>
<L>to fear her there withal,</L>
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<LG>
<L>But where they thought to fear her,</L>
<L>she did mo&s;t &s;trong endure:</L>
<L>Although her years were tender</L>
<L>her faith was firm and &s;ure:</L>
<L>She weigh'd not their allurements</L>
<L>&s;he fear'd no fiery flame:</L>
<L>&s;he hop'd though Chri&s;t her Saviour,</L>
<L>to have immortal fame.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Before the Iudge they brought her,</L>
<L>thinking that &s;he would turn,</L>
<L>And there &s;he was condemned</L>
<L>in fire for to burn:</L>
<L>In&s;tead of golden Bracelets,</L>
<L>with cords they bound her fa&s;t:</L>
<L>By God grant me with patience</L>
<L>(quoth &s;he) to die at la&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And on the morrow after,</L>
<L>which was her dying day;</L>
<L>They &s;tript this &s;illy Danto&s;el</L>
<L>out of her rich array:</L>
<L>Her chain of gold &s;o co&s;tly</L>
<L>away from her they take,</L>
<L>And &s;he again mo&s;t joyfully</L>
<L>did all the world for&s;ake.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Unto the place of torment</L>
<L>they brought her &s;peedily,</L>
<L>With heart and mind mo&s;t con&s;tant,</L>
<L>&s;he willing was to dye:</L>
<L>But &s;eeing many Ladies</L>
<L>a&s;&s;embled in that place:</L>
<L>The&s;e words &s;he then pronounced,</L>
<L>&s;amenting then their ca&s;e.</L>
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<LG>
<L>You Ladies of this City,</L>
<L>mark well my woros (quoth &s;he)</L>
<L>Although I &s;hall be burned,</L>
<L>yet do not pitty me.</L>
<L>Your &s;elves I rather pitty,</L>
<L>I weep for your decay,</L>
<L>Amend your time fair Ladies,</L>
<L>and do no time delay.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then came her Mother weeping,</L>
<L>her Daughter to behold:</L>
<L>And in her hand &s;he brought her</L>
<L>a book covered with gold.</L>
<L>Throw hence (quoth &s;he) that Idol,</L>
<L>convey it from my &s;ight,</L>
<L>And bring me hit her my Bible,</L>
<L>wherein I mo&s;t delight.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But my di&s;tre&s;&s;ed Mother</L>
<L>why weep you? be content,</L>
<L>You have to death delivered me,</L>
<L>mo&s;t like an innocent:</L>
<L>Tormenter do thine office</L>
<L>on me when thou think'&s;t be&s;t,</L>
<L>But God my heavenly father</L>
<L>will bring my &s;oul to re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But, D my aged Father,</L>
<L>where ever thou do&s;t lie,</L>
<L>Thou know&s;t not thy poor daughter.</L>
<L>is ready for to dye:</L>
<L>But yet among&s;t the Angels,</L>
<L>in heaven I hope to dwell,</L>
<L>Therefore my loving Father</L>
<L>I bid thee now farewel.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Farewel likewi&s;e my mother,</L>
<L>adieu my friends al&s;o,</L>
<L>God grant that you by others,</L>
<L>may never feel &s;uch woe:</L>
<L>For&s;ake your &s;uper&s;tition</L>
<L>the cau&s;e of mortal &s;trife:</L>
<L>Imbrace Gods true Religion</L>
<L>for which I lo&s;e my life.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When all the&s;e words were &s;poken,</L>
<L>then come the man of death,</L>
<L>Who kindled &s;oon a fire,</L>
<L>which &s;top'd this Virgins breath:</L>
<L>To Chri&s;t her only Saviour</L>
<L>&s;he did her &s;oul commend,</L>
<L>Farewel (quoth &s;he) good people,</L>
<L>and thus &s;he made an end.</L>
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<P>Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wrigh<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">, <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">nd J. Clark,</P>
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