glory of Edward’s court? No; I am happier now on the dunghill than ever I was in his arms, for, oh! it was an adulterous bed indeed, Oh! wretch that I knew 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; they promiſe fair, but 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 ſince repentance has ſecured my happineſs above. But O where repentance is not given, what ſeas of torment rack 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 forever.
FINIS
