ever I was in his arms. For, oh! it was an adulterous bed indeed. Oh wretch! that King Edward! that ever I was betrayed by him! What floods of sorrow have my sins occasioned? Oh! learn from me, good people, to beware of vain delights; though they promise fair, they leave bitter stings behind them. Alas! you know my punishment is grievous in this world, and so it is, for I have endured a thousand deaths in one; but now, my dying moments are come, I rejoice. Sincere repentance has secured my happiness above. But, where repentance is not given, what seas of torment rack the soul! O happy dung hill, how do I embrace thee! From thee my pardoned soul shall soar to heaven, though here I leave this filthy carcase.
O that the name of Shore may be an antidote, to stop the poisonous and foul contagion of raging lust for ever.
FINIS.
