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<HEAD>An Askew, Intituled, <HI>I am a Woman Poor and Blind.</HI></HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>I Am a woman poor and blind,</L>
<L>and little knowledge remains in me,</L>
<L>Long have I &s;ought, but fain would fain,</L>
<L>what Herb in my Garden were be&s;t to be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Garden I have which is unknown,</L>
<L>which God of his goodne&s;s gave to me</L>
<L>I mean my body, where I &s;hould have &s;own</L>
<L>the &s;eed of Chri&s;ts true verity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>My &s;pirit within me is vexed &s;ore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>my &s;pirit &s;triveth again&s;t the &s;ame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My &s;orrows do encrea&s;e more and more,</HI></L>
<L><HI>my con&s;cience &s;uffereth mo&s;t bitter pain.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I with my &s;elf being thus at &s;trife,</L>
<L>would fain have been at re&s;t,</L>
<L>mu&s;ing and &s;tudying in mortal life,</L>
<L>what things I might do to plea&s;e God be&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>With whole intent and one accord,</HI></L>
<L><HI>unto a Gardiner that I did know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I de&s;ired him for the love of the</HI> Lord,</L>
<L><HI>true &s;eed in my garden for to &s;ow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then this proud Gardener &s;eeing me &s;o blind,</L>
<L>he thought on me to work his will,</L>
<L>And flattered me with words &s;o kind,</L>
<L>to have me continue in my blindne&s;s &s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>He fed me then with lies and mocks,</HI></L>
<L><HI>for venial &s;ins he bid me go:</HI></L>
<L><HI>to give my money to &s;tones and &s;tocks,</HI></L>
<L><HI>which was &s;tark lies and nothing &s;o.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>vvith &s;tinking meat then was I fed,</L>
<L>for to keep me from my Salvation,</L>
<L>I had Trentals of ma&s;s, and balls of Lead,</L>
<L>not one word &s;poke of Chri&s;t's pa&s;&s;ion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>In me was &s;own all kind of feigned &s;eeds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>with Popi&s;h Ceremonies many a one,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ma&s;&s;es of Requiem, with other juggling deeds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;till Gods Spirit out of my garden was gone.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then was I commanded mo&s;t &s;trictly,</L>
<L>if of my Salvation I would be &s;ure,</L>
<L>To build &s;ome Chappel or Chauntry,</L>
<L>to be pray'd for while the world doth endure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>beware of a new learning, quoth he, it lyes,</L>
<L>which is the thing I mo&s;t abhor,</L>
<L>Meddle not with it in any manner of wi&s;e.</L>
<L>but do as your Fathers have done before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>By tru&s;t I did put in the Devils works,</L>
<L>thinking &s;ufficient my Soul to &s;ave,</L>
<L>being wor&s;e than either Jews or Turks,</L>
<L>thus Chri&s;t of his merits I did deprave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I might liken my &s;elf with a woful heart,</L>
<L>unto the Dumb man in <HI>Luke</HI> the Eleven,</L>
<L>From whence Chri&s;t cau&s;ed the Devil to depart,</L>
<L>but &s;hortly after he took the other &s;even.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My time thus good Lord &s;o quickly I &s;pent,</L>
<L>alas I &s;hall die the &s;ooner therefore.</L>
<L>O Lord I and it written in thy Te&s;tament,</L>
<L>that thou ha&s;t mercy enough in &s;tore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>For &s;uch Sinners as the Scripture &s;aith,</HI></L>
<L><HI>that would gladly Repent, &amp; follow thy word</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which ile not deny whil&s;t I have breath,</HI></L>
<L><HI>for pri&s;on, fire, faggot, or fierce &s;word.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Strengthen me good Lord in thy truth to &s;tand,</L>
<L>for the bloody butchers have me at their will,</L>
<L>with their &s;laughter knives ready drawn in thei hand</L>
<L>my &s;imple Carca&s;s to devour and kill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>O Lord forgive me my offence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>for I have offended thee very &s;ore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Take therefore my &s;inful body from hence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>then &s;hall I vile Creature offend thee no mor</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I would wi&s;h all creatures and faithful friend,</L>
<L>for to keep from this Gardeners hands,</L>
<L>For he will bring them &s;oon unto their ends,</L>
<L>with cruel torments of fierce fire brands.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>I dare not pre&s;ume for him to pray,</HI></L>
<L><HI>becau&s;e the truth of him it was well known,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;ince that time he hath gone a&s;tray,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and much pe&s;tilent Seed abroad he hath &s;own</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>becau&s;e that now I have no &s;pace,</L>
<L>the cau&s;e of my death truly to &s;how,</L>
<L>I tru&s;t hereafter that by God's holy Grace,</L>
<L>that all faithful their &s;hall plainly know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>to thee O</HI> Lord <HI>I bequeath my &s;pirit,</HI></L>
<L><HI>that art the Work ma&s;ter of the &s;ame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>it is thine</HI> Lord, <HI>therefore take it of right,</HI></L>
<L><HI>my carca&s;s on earth I leave, from whence it came</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Although to a&s;hes it be now burned,</L>
<L>I know thou can&s;t rai&s;e it again:</L>
<L>In the &s;ame likene&s;s as thou it formed,</L>
<L>in Heaven with thee evermore to remain.</L>
</LG>
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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, think+ing thereby to compel her to Popery: but &s;he continued to the end, an fini&s;hed her life in the fire.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune is, O man in De&s;paration.</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>Vnto that filthy Idol</L>
<L>I never can obey.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With weeping and waiting,</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>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But where they thought to fear her,</L>
<L>&s;he did mo&s;t &s;trong endure,</L>
<L>Altho' her years was tender,</L>
<L>her faith was firm and &s;ure,</L>
<L>She weigh'd not their allurements,</L>
<L>&s;he fear'd not firey flame,</L>
<L>She hop'd thro' Chri&s;t her Saviour,</L>
<L>to have immortal fame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Before the judge 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>My God grant me with patience</L>
<L>(quoth &s;he) to die at la&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And on the morrow after,</L>
<L>which was her d<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ing day,</L>
<L>They &s;tript this &s;illy Dam&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>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vnto 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 die,</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>lamenting of their ca&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Ladies of this City,</L>
<L>mark well my words (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>and weep for your decay,</L>
<L>Amend your time fair Ladies,</L>
<L>and do no time delay.</L>
</LG>
<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 hither my bible</L>
<L>wherein I take delight.</L>
</LG>
<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>Tormentor do thy 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 Oh my aged Father,</L>
<L>where-ever thou do&s;t lye,</L>
<L>Thou know'&s;t not thy poor daughter</L>
<L>is ready for to die;</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>
</LG>
<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 Super&s;tition,</L>
<L>the cau&s;e of mortal &s;trife,</L>
<L>Embrace God's true Religion,</L>
<L>for which I lo&s;e my life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When all the&s;e words were ended,</L>
<L>then came the man of death,</L>
<L>Who kindled &s;oon a fire,</L>
<L>which &s;topt this Virgins breath:</L>
<L>To Chri&s;t her only Saviour,</L>
<L>&s;he did her Soul commend,</L>
<L>Farewel (quoth &s;he) good people,</L>
<L>and thus &s;he made an end.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed by and for A.M. and &s;old by the Book&s;ellers of London.</HI></P>
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