THE NEW WIFE OF BEATH Much better Reformed, Enlarged, and Corrected, than it was formerly in the Old uncorrect Copy.  
With the Addition of many other Things.  
GLASGOW, Printed by Robert Sanders, one of His Majesties Printers. ANNO DOM. 1700.   

TO THE READER.  
COurteous Reader, What was Papal or Heretical in the former Copy is left out here in this second Edition: For there is nothing that can offend the Wise and Judicious, not being taken up ●nto a literal Sense, but be way of Allegory and Mystical, which thus may edify.  
The whole Dialogue is nothing but that which is recorded in Scripture for our Example, wherefore I appeal from the Capi-Critick & Censorious, who start at straws, & leap over Blocks: And whose Nature is with the Spider, to suck nothing but Venom out of the sweetest Flowers.  
Unto the Judicious and Wise, who ●an registrate virtue with the point of a Diamond, into the Rock of eternal Memory, & 'vice into Oblivion Sand ▪ And whose Genius with the Bee, to extract Honey out of the bitterest Flower.  
Therefore, the one may red and be E●ified, the other red and be Offended: ●et Dogs bark what they will, the Moon ●s still the same: farewell.   

The New Wife of Beath.  

IN Beath, once dwelled a worthy Wife,  
Of whom brave Chancer mention makes  
She lived a Licentious life,  
And namely in Venerial Acts:  
But Death did come for all her Cracks,  
When years were spent and dayes out drive●…  
Then suddenly the sickness takes,  
deceased fore-with, and went to Heaven.   

But as she went upon the way,  
There followed her a certain Guide;  
And kindly to her did he say,  
Where mean you Dame for to abide,  
I know you are the Wife of Beath,  
And would not then that you go wrong  
For I 'm your Friend, and will be loath,  
That you go through this narrow throng.  
This way is broader; go with me,  
And very pleasant is the way;  
I'll bring you there, where you would be,  
God with me Friend, say not me nay.   

She looked on him, then did spear,  
I pray you, Sir, what is your Name;  
Show me the Way how you came here,  
To tell to me it is no shane.  
Is that a Favour about your Neck,  
And what is that upon your side;  
Is it a Bag, or Silver sack?  
What art thou then; where do you bide?   

I was a Servant unto Christ,  
And Iudas likewise is my Name;   

I knew you by your colours first,  
Forsooth indeed you are to blame;  
Your Master did you not betray,  
And hanged yourself when you had done,  
wherever you bide I will not stay;  
Go then, you Knave, let me alone.   

What ever I be, I'll be your Guide,  
Because ye know not well the Way,  
Will ye but once in me consyde,  
I'll do all Friendship that I may.   

What would you me? where do you dwell,  
I have no will to go with thee;  
I fear it is some lower Cell,  
I pray thee therefore let me be.   

This is a stormy night and could,  
I'll bring you to a right warm Inn;  
Will ye go forward, and be bold,  
And mend your place till we win in.   

I 'm feared your Inn it be too warm,  
For too much hotness is not best;  
Such hotness there may do me harm,  
And keep me that I do not rest:  
I know your Way, it is to Hell,  
For you are none of the eleven;  
Go hast you then unto your Cell,  
My Way is only unto Heaven.   

That Way then is by Gates of Hell,  
If you intend there for to go,  
Go Dame, I will not you compel,  
But I with you will go also:   

Then down they went a right steep Hill,  
Where smoke and darkness did abound  
And Pick and sulphur burned still  
With yells and cries, Hills did redound,  
The Fiend himself came to the Gate,  
And asked him where he had been;  
Do ye not know and have forgot,  
Seeking this Wife could not be seen.   

Good Dame, he said, would you be here,  
I pray you then tell me your Name;   

The Wife of Beath, since that you spear,  
But to come in I were to blame:   

I will not have you here good Dame,  
For you were mistress of the Flyting;  
If once within this Gate you come,  
I will be troubled with your biting.  
comer, go back, and let me be,  
Here are too many of your rout;  
Such Women lewd like unto thee,  
I cannot turn my foot about.   

Sir Theeff I say I shall bide out,  
But Gossop thou was never to me;  
For to come in, I'm not so stout:  
And of my biting thou'st be free:  
But Lucifer what's that on thee?  
Hast thou no Water in this place;  
Thou looks so black it seems to me;  
Thou never doth wash thy ugly face.   

If we had Water for to drink  
We should not care for washing then;  
Into these Flames and filthy stink,  
We burn with fire unto the Doom:  
upbraid me then, Good wife, no more  
For first when I heard of thy Name;  
I knew thou hadst such words in store,  
Would make the Devil for to think shane,   

Forsooth, Sir Theeff, you are to blame.  
If I had time now for to bide:  
Once you were well but may think shane,  
That lost heaven for rebellious pride;  
Who Traitor-like fell with the rest,  
Because you would not be content,  
And now of Bless is dispossessed,  
Without all grace for to repent.  
Thou madst poor Eva to consent,  
To eat of the forbidden three;  
Which we poor Daughters may relent,  
And made us almost like to thee:  
But God be blessed who past thee by,  
And did a Saviour provide;  
For Adams whole Posterity,  
All those who do in him confided,  
Adieu false-fiend, I may not bide,  
With thee I may no longer stay;  
My God in Death he was my Guide,  
o'er Hell I'll get the Victory.   

Then up the Hill the poor wife went,  
oppressed with stinking flames, and fear;  
Weeping right sore, with great relent,  
For to go else she wist not where:  
A narrow Way with thorns & briars,  
And full of Myres were her before;  
She sighed oft with sobs and tears,  
The poor wifes heart was wondrous sore:  
tired and torn she went on still,  
Sometimes she sat, and sometimes fell,  
Ay till she came to an high Hill,  
And then she looked back to Hell.  
When that she had clum up the Hill,  
Before her was a goodly plain;  
Where she did rest and weep her fill,  
Then rose and to her feet again,  
Her heart was glad, the way was good,  
up to the Hill she hied in hast,  
The Flowers were fair, where that she stood  
The Fields were pleasant in her taste,   

There then, she spied jerusalem,  
On Sions-Mount where that it stood;  
Shining with Gold light as the Sun,  
Her silly Soul was then right glad:  
The Ports were Pearls shining bright  
Glorious it was for to behold,  
With precious Stones gave such a Light,  
The Walls were of transparent Gold,  
High were the Walls, the Gates were shut  
And long she thought for to be in;  
But then for fear of biding out,  
She knocked hard and made some din;   

To knock and cry she did not spare,  
Till Father Adam did her hear;  
Who is't that raps so rudely there  
Heaven cannot well be won by Weir.   

The Wife of Beath since that you spear  
Hath stood this two hours at the Gate,   

Go back, quoth he, thou must forbear,  
Here may no Sinners entrance get.   

Adam, quoth she, I shal be in  
In spite of all such churls as thee;  
Thou art the Original of all sin,  
For eating of the Forbidden three;  
For which thou art not flyting free,  
But for thy Foul Offences fled,   

Adam went back and let her be;  
Looking as if his Nose had bled.   

Then Mother Eve did him spear,  
Who was it there that made such din?  
He said a Woman would be here,  
For me, I durst not let her in.   

I'll go, said she, and ask her Will,  
Her company I would have fain;   

But ay she cried, and knocked still,  
And in no ways she would refrain.   

Daughter, said Eve you will do well  
And come again another time;  
Heaven is not won by Sword or Steel.  
Nor none that's guilty of a Crime,   

Mother, said she, the fault is thine,  
That knocking here so long I stand;  
Thy guilt is more than that of mine,  
If thou wilt rightly understand  
Thou wast the cause of all our sin,  
Wherein we were born and conceived,  
Our Misery thou didst begin,  
By thee thy Husband was deceived.   

Eva went back where Noah was,  
And  told him all how she was blamed,  
Of her great Sin and first Trespass,  
Whereof she was so much ashamed.   

Then Noah said, I will go down,  
And will forbid her that she knock;  
Go back, she said, ye drunken Lown,  
You're none of the Celestial Flock.   

Noah, she said, hold thou thy peace,  
Where I drank Ale, thou didst drink Wine,  
Discovered was to thy disgrace,  
When thou was full, like to a Swine:  
If I was drunk I learned at thee,  
For thou'rt the Father and the first,  
That others taught, and likewise me  
To drink when as we have no thirst.   

Then Noah in hast, turned back with speed  
And  told the Patriarch Abraham then;  
How that the Carling made him dread,  
And all his Deeds how she did ken.   

Abraham, then said, now get you gone,  
Let us no more hear of your din.  
No lying Wife as I suppone,  
May enter in these Gates within.   

Abraham, she said, will you but spair,  
I hope you are not flyting free;  
You of yourself had such a care,  
denied you Wife and made a lye:  
Oh then I pray you let me be,  
For I repent of all my sin,  
Do thou but open the Gates to me,  
And let me quietly come in.   

Abraham went back to jacob then,  
And  told his Nephew how he sped  
How that of her nothing he wan.  
He thought the Carling was right mad.   

Then down came jacob thorough the closs  
And said go backward down to Hell?   

jacob, quoth she, I know thy voice,  
That gate pertaineth to thy sell:  
Of thy old Trumperies I can tell,  
With two Sisters thou ledst thy Life  
And the third part of these Tribes twelve,  
Thou got with Maids besides thy Wife:  
And stolen thy Fathers benison,  
Only by fraud, thy Father frae:  
Gave thou him not for Vennison,  
A Rid, in stead of a baken Rae?   

jacob himself was tickled so,  
He went to Lot where he was lying,  
And to the Gate prayed him to go,  
To stainch the Carling of her crying.   

Lot says fair Dame make less ado,  
And come again another day;   

Old harlot carl, and Drunkard to,  
Thou with thine own two Daughters lay,  
Of thine untimely seed I say,  
Proceeded never good, but ill;   

Poor Lot for shane, he stolen away,  
And let the Wife still knock her fill.   

Meek Moses then went down at last,  
To pacify the Carling then;  
Now Dame, said he, knock not so fast,  
Your knocking will not let you ben,   

Good Sir, she said, I am aghast,  
When that I look you in the Face;  
If that your Law till now had fast,  
Then surely I had never got grace:  
But Moses Sir, now be your lief,  
Although in Heaven you be possessed,  
For all you saw, did not believe  
But you in Horeb there transgressed,  
●herefore by all it is confessed,  
You got but once the Land to see,  
●nd in the Mount was put to rest,  
●ea butted there, where you did die.   

Moses meekly, he turned back,  
And  told his Brother Aaron there;  
How that the Carling did so crack,  
●nd in no ways did him forbear,   

Then Aaron said I will not swear  
But I'll conjurs her as I can:  
●nd I will make her now forbear,  
So that she shall not rap again.   

Then Aaron said, you whorish Wife,  
●o get you gone and rap no more;  
With Idols you have lead your life  
Or then you shall repent it sore,   

Good Aaron Priest, I know you well,  
The Golden Calf you may remember  
●ho made the People Plagues to feel,  
●his is of you recorded ever:  
●our Priest-hood now is nothing worth  
Christ is my only Priest and He  
My Lord who will not keep me forth,  
●o I'll in the spite of thee.   

Then up start samson at the length,  
●nto the Gate a place came he,  
●o drive away the Wife with strength,  
●ut all in vain it would not be.   

samson, quoth she, the World may see,  
thou was a judge who proved unjust,  
●hose gracious Gifts which God gave thee.  
Thou lost them by licentious lust,  
From Dalila thy wicked Wife,  
Thy Secrets chief couldst not refrain,  
She daily sought to take thy Life,  
Thou lost thy sight and then was slain,  
Tho thou was strong it was in vain.  
Hunting with Harlots here and there,  
Then samson turned back again,  
And with the Wife would mell no mai●.   

Then said King David knock no more  
We are all troubled with your cry,   

David, quoth she, how camest thou there?  
Thou mightst bide out as well as I:  
Thy Deeds no ways thou canst deny,  
Is not thy Sin far worse than mine,  
Who with Vriahs Wife did ly,  
And caused him to be murdered sine.   

Then Iudeth said, whose there that knock  
And to our Neighbours gives these Notes   

Madam, said she, let be your mocks,  
I came not here for cutting Throats:  
I am a Sinner full of Blotts.  
Yet through Christs Blood I shal be clean  
If You and I be judged by Votes,  
The thing thou didst was worse done,   

Then said the sapient Solomon,  
Thou art a Sinner all Men say,  
Therefore our Saviour I suppone,  
The Heavenly entrance will deny,   

Remember, quoth she, thy latter dayes  
What Idol Gods thou didst up set,  
And was so lewd in Venus plays,  
Thou didst thy Maker quiter forget   

Then jonas said fair Dame content yo●…  
If you intend to come to Grace,  
You must dree pennance, and repent you  
E'er you can come within this place.   

jonas, quoth she, how stands the case?  
●ow came you here to be with Christ?  
●ow dare you look him in the Face?  
Considering how you brack your Tryst:   

To go Gods Earrand thou withstood him  
●nd held his Counsel in disdain;  
The Raven Messenger thou plaidst him,  
●nd brought no Message back again:  
With Mercy thou was not content,  
When that the Lord he did them spare;  
Although the City did repent,  
●t grieved thee thy Heart was sair  
●et me alone, and speak no more,  
●o back again into the Whale,  
●or now my Heart is also sore,  
But yet I hope I shal prevail.   

Good jonas said, Crack on your fill  
For here I may no longer tarry,  
●et knock as long as e'er ye will,  
●nd yo unto the sirie, farie,   

jonas, she says, you do miscarry.  
●s I have done in former time,  
You're not Saint Peter nor Saint Mary,  
Thy Blot's as black as ever mine.   

So jonas then he was ashamed,  
Because he was not flyting free,  
Of all his Faults she had him blamed,  
He left the Wife and let her be.   

Saint Thomas then, I counsel thee,  
Go speak unto you wicked Wife,  
She shames us all, and as for me,  
Her like I never heard in life.   

Thomas then said, you make much strife,  
When you are nut, and meikle ●in,  
●f ye were here I'll lay my Life  
No peace the Saints will get within:  
It is your Trade for to be flyting,  
Still in a Fever as one reaves,  
No marvel though you Wives be biting,  
Your Tongues were made of Aspen leaves   

Thomas, quoth she, let be your Taunts  
You play the pick-thank I perceive.  
Tho thou be Brother'd among the Saints  
An unbelieving heart you have,  
Thou broughtst thy Lord unto the Grave,  
But wouldst no more with him remain,  
And was the last of all the leave,  
That did believe he rose again,  
There might no Doctrine do thee good,  
Nor Miracles make thee confided,  
Till thou beholded Christs wounds and blood  
And putst thy hands into his side:  
Didst thou not daily with him bide?  
And sawest the Wonders which he wrought,  
But blessed are they who do confided  
And do believe, yet saw him nought:  
Thomas, she says, will ye but spear,  
If that my Sister Magdalen  
Will come to me, if she be here;  
For Comforts sure you give me nave.   

He was so blithe and turned back,  
And thanked God that he was gone;  
He had no will to hear her crack,  
But  told it Mary Magdalen.   

When that she heard her Sisters mocks,  
She went unto the Gate with speed;  
And asked her whose there that knocks?   

Its I the Wife of Beath, indeed,  
She said good mistress, you must stand  
Till you be tried by Tribulation.   

Sister, quoth she, give me your hand.  
Are we not both of one Vocation?  
It is not through your Occupation,  
That you are placed so Divine,  
My Faith is sixed on Christs Passion,  
My Soul shal be as safe as thine.   

Then Mary went away in hast,  
The Carling made her so ashamed,  
She had no will of such a Guest,  
To lose her pains and be so blamed.   

Now good Saint Paul, said Magdalen,  
For that you are a learned Man,  
So and convince this Woman then  
For I have done all that I can:  
Sure if she were in Hell I doubt;  
They would not keep her longer there,  
But to the Gate would put her out:  
And sand her back to be else where.   

Then went the good Apostle Paul,  
To put the wife in better Tune,  
Wash off that filth which files thy Soul,  
Then shal Heavens Gates be opened soon,   

Remember Paul what thou hast done,  
For all th Epistles thou didst compile,  
Though now thou sittest up above,  
Thou persecutedst Christ a while,   

Woman, he said, thou art not right,  
that which I did, I did not know;  
●ut thou didst sin with all thy might;  
although the Preachers did thee show,   

Saint Paul, she said, it is not so,  
● did not know so well as ye,  
●ut I will to my Saviour go,  
●tho will his Favour show to me:  
●ou think you are of flyting free,  
because you was rapt up above,  
●ut yet it was Christs Grace to thee,  
And matchlesness of his dear Love,   

Then Paul, says she, let Peter come,  
If he be lying let him rise,  
To him I will confess my Sin,  
And let him quickly bring the keys,  
Too long I stand, he'll let me in:  
For why I cannot longer tarry,  
Then shal you all be quiter of din,  
For I must speak with good Saint mary.   

The good Apostle discontent,  
Right suddenly he turned back,  
For he did very much repent,  
To hear the Carling proudly crack,  
Paul says, good Brother, now arise,  
And make an end of all this din:  
And if so be you have the keys  
Open and let the Carling in,  
The Apostle Peter, rose at last,  
And to the Gate with speed he hies.  
Carling quoth he, knock not so fast,  
You cumber Mary with your cries,   

Peter, she said let Christ arise,  
And grant me Mercy in my need;  
For why I never denied Him thrice,  
As thou thyself hast done indeed.   

Thou Carling bold, what's that to thee 〈…〉  
I got remission for my sin;  
It cost many sad Tears to me,  
Before I entered here within:  
It will not be thy meikle din,  
Will cause Heavens Gates to opened be,  
Thou must be purified of Sin  
And of all Sins must be made free,   

Saint Peter then no thanks to you,  
That so you were rid of your Fears  
It was Christs gracious Look I trow  
That made you weep those bitter Tears,  
The Door of Mercy is not closed,  
I may get Mercy as well as ye,  
It is not so as ye supposed,  
I will be in despite of thee.   

But wicked Wife it is too late  
Thou shouldst have mourned upon Earth,  
Repentance now is out of date:  
It should have been before thy Death:  
Thou mightest then have turned Wrath,  
To Mercy then, and Mercy got,  
But now the Lord is very loathe,  
And all thy cries not worth a jot.   

Ah ▪ Peter then what shal I do?  
He will not have me as I hear,  
Shal I despair of Mercy to,  
No, no, I'll trust on Mercy dear:  
And if I perish here I'll stay,  
And never go from Heavens bright;  
I'll ever hope, and always pray,  
until I get my Saviours sight.   

I think indeed you are now right  
If you had Faith you could win in;  
Importune then with all your might,  
Faith is the Feet wherewith ye come:  
It is the Hands will hold Him fast,  
But weak Faith may not presume;  
'Twill let you sink, and be aghast,  
Strongly Believe or else undone.   

But Good Saint Peter let me be,  
Had you such Faith did it abound?  
When you did walk upon the Sea,  
Was you not like for to be drowned:  
Had not our Saviour helped thee,  
Who came and took thee by the hand;  
So can my Lord do the like to me,  
And bring me to the promised Land  
Is my Faith weak? Yet he is still  
The same, and ever shall remain;  
His mercies lasts and his good will,  
To bring me to his Flock again;  
He will me help and me relieve,  
And will increase my Faith also,  
If weakly I can but believe.  
For from this place I'll never go.   

But Peter said, how can that be?  
How worst thou look him in the face,  
Such horrid Sinners like to thee,  
Can have no courage to get Grace:  
Here none comes in but they that's stout.  
And suffered have for the good Cause;  
Like unto thee are keeped out,  
For thou hast broken all Moses Laws:   

Peter, she said, I do appeal  
From Moses, and from thee also;  
With him and you I'll not prevail,  
But to my Saviour I will go:  
Indeed of old you were right stout,  
When you did cut off Malchus Ear;  
But after that you went about;  
And a poor Maid then did you fear,  
Wherefore Saint Peter do forbear  
A comforter indeed you're not:  
Let me alone I do not fear.  
Take home the wissel of your groat:  
Was it your own, or Pauls good Sword,  
When that your courage was so keen,  
You was right stout upon my word,  
Then would you fain at fishing been;  
For at the crowing of the Cock,  
You did deny your Master thrice  
For all your stoutness turned a block,  
Now flyte no more if thou be wise.   

Yet at the last the Lord arose,  
environed with Angels bright,  
And to the wife in hast he goes,  
desired her soon pass out of sight,   

O Lord, quoth she, cause do me right,  
But not according to my sin;  
Have you not promised day and night,  
When Sinners knock, to let them in,  
and said thou wrists the Scripture wrong,  
The night is come, thou spent the day,  
●n whoredom thou hast lived long  
And to repent thou didst delay;  
Still my Commandments thou abusedst,  
And 'vice committest bussilie,  
Since thou my mercy then refus'dst,  
Go down to Hell eternally.   

O Lord my Soul doth testify,  
That I have spent my Life in vain;  
Oh! make a wandring Sheep of me,  
And bring me to thy Flock again.   

thinkest thou there is no count to crave,  
Of all these Gifts in thee was planted,  
● gave thee beauty above the leave,  
A pregnant wit thou never wanted.   

Master, quoth she, it must be granted,  
My sins are great give me Contrition:  
The forelorn Son when he repented  
obtained his Fathers full Remission.   

I spared my judgements many times  
And Spiritual Pastors did thee sand;  
But thou renewedst thy former Crimes,  
●y more and more me to offend.   

My Lord, quoth she, I do amend,  
●amenting for my former 'vice,  
The poor Theeff at the latter end,  
For one word went to paradise,   

The thief heard never of my teachings,  
My Heavenly Precepts, and my Laws,  
But thou was daily at my preachings,  
Both heard, and saw, and yet misknaws.   

Master, quoth she, the Scripture shows  
The jewish woman which played the Low●…  
comform unto the Hebrews Laws,  
Was brought to thee to be put down;  
But nevertheless thou letst her go,  
And made the Pharisees afraid.   

Indeed says Christ it was right so  
And that my biding was obeied.  
Woman he said I may not cast,  
The Childrens bread to Dogs like thee  
Altho my Mercies yet doth last,  
Yet is there Mercy none for thee.   

But loving Lord, may I presume,  
Poor worm that I may speak again;  
The Dogs for hunger were undone,  
And of the Crumbs they are right fain:  
Grant me one Crumb then that doth fall,  
From thy best Childrens Table Lord,  
That I may be refreshed withal,  
It will me help enough afford.   

The Gates of Mercy are now closed,  
And thou canst hardly enter in;  
It is not so as thou supposed,  
For thou art deadly sick in sin.   

Its true indeed, my Lord, most meek  
My Sore and Sickness I do feel;  
Yet thou the Lame didst truly seek  
Who lay long at Belthesda's Pool  
Of many that thee never sought,  
Like to the poor Samaritan;  
Whom thou unto thy Fold hast brought,  
Even as thou didst the Widow of Naim,  
Most gracious God, didst thou not bid  
All that were weary come to thee,  
Behold, I come! even overload  
With sin, have mercy upon me.   

The issues of thy Soul are great,  
Thou art both leprous and unclean  
To be with Me thou art not fit,  
●o from Me then let me alone.   

Let me thy Garments once but touch  
My bloody issue shal be whole,  
It will not cost Thee very much,  
To save a poor distressed Soul,  
Speak Thou the word, I shal be whole,  
One Look of Thee shal do me good,  
Save now, good Lord, my silly Soul,  
Bought with thine own most precious Blood.   

Let Me alone, none of My Blood  
Was ever  shed for such as thee,  
It was My Mercy patience good,  
Which from Damnation made thee free.   

It is confessed Thou hadst been just,  
Altho Thou hadst condemned me;  
But O! Thy Mercies still doth last,  
To save the Soul that trusts in Thee;  
Let me not then condemned be,  
Most humbly Lord I Thee request.  
Of Sinners all none like to me,  
So much the more Thy Praise shal last.   

Thy praising Me is not perfit,  
My Saints shal praise Me evermore;  
In Sinners I have no desire,  
Such Sacrifice I do abhor.   

Then she unto the Lord did say,  
At foot-stool of Thy Grace I'll ly,  
Sweet Lord my God, say me not nay,  
For if I perish, here I'll dy.   

Poor silly wretch then speak no more,  
Thy Faith poor soul, hath saved thee;  
Enter go in unto my Glore,  
And rest for all eternity.   

How soon our Saviour these words said,  
A long white rob to her was given;  
And then the Angels did her led,  
Forthwith within the Gates of Heaven;  
A laurel Crown set on her head,  
Spangled with Rubies, and with Gold;  
A bright white Palm, she likeways had,  
Glorious it was for to behold:  
Her face did shine like to the Sun,  
Like threads of Gold, her hair hang down  
Her eyes like Lamps unto the Moon,  
Of precious Stones, rich was her Crown,  
Angels and Saints did welcome her,  
The Heavenly choir did sing rejoice:  
King David with his Harp was there;  
The Silver Bells give a great noise,  
Such music, and such melody  
Was never heard nor likeways seen,  
When this poor Saint was placed so high,  
And of all Sins made freely clean:  
But then when thus she was possessed,  
And looked back on all her fears;  
And that she was come to her rest,  
Fred from her sins, and all her tears,  
She from her Head did take the Crown  
Giving all praise to Christ on high,  
And at his Feet she laid it down.  
For that the Lamb had made her free,  
Now doth she sing trium●h●ntlie,  
And shall rejoice for evermore,  
o'er Death, and Hell victoriouslie;  
With lasting pleasures laid in store.   

conclusion.  
OF Wife of Beath I make an end,  
And do these Lines with this conclude,  
●t none their lives in sin now spend,  
●ut watch and pray, be doing good.  
●ispondent Souls do not despair,  
repent, and still believe in Christ,  
●is Mercies which lasts evermore  
Will save the Soul that in Him trust.   
FINIS.