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glory of Edward's court. No, I am happier now on the dung-hill, than ever I was in his arms: For oh! is was an adulterous bed indeed. Oh wretch! that King Edward! that ever I was betraped by him! What floods of sorrow have my sins occasioned? Oh! learn from me, good people, to beware of vain delights: tho' they romise fair, they leave bitter stings behind then. 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 O, where repentance is not given, what seas of torment race the soul! O happy dunghill, 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.
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