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Shee reached wine in Babilonish challice [in margin Spungia] whose golden show and sweet tast, shred up mirth able to exponge all goodnes from the earth My sydes shee peirces w[i]th sharpe jests & toyes [in margin Lancea] whence flowes a streame of laughter & vayne toyes w[hi]ch my fond soule in ruddy mirth doth dye and when I thus am lifted upp on highe [in margin Suffir agin] Insteed of those should mocke my sinnes w[hi]ch shame her parasites about me round p[ro]claime My seeming sparked of goodnes, Jesu see The world hath crucifyed mee thus to thee O save mee for if thus I dye or sincke Where shee would bury mee I quake to thinke

Redeeme me Savior while I yett have breathe And lett me not goe laughing thus to deathe [in margin Flagellum] Thou that thy Temple w[I]th a whipp didst purge Soe wounding cure me if thou please & scourge These robbers from mee, cast them forth & lash Till they unloade mee, and take hence their trash [in margin suus]