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But Lucifer what's that on thee?
Hast thou no water in this place?
Thou look'st so black it seems to me,
Thou ne'er dost wash thy ugly face,
If we had water here to drink,
We would not care for washing then,
Into these flames and filthy stink,
We burn with fire in the doom:
Upbraid me then good wife no more,
For first when I heard of thy name;
I knew thou had such words in store,
Would make the devil to think shame,
Forsooth Sir thief thou art to blame,
If I had time now to abide;
Once ye were well but may think shame
That lost heaven for rebellious pride;
Who traitor-like fell with the rest,
Because ye would not be content,
And now of bliss are depossest,
Without all grace for to repent.
Thou mad'st poor Eve long since consent,
To eat of the forbidden tree;
(Which we her daughters may repent,)
And made us almost like to thee;
But God he blest who past thee by.
And did a Saviour provide;
For Adam's whole posterity,
All those who do in him confide,
Adieu false fiend, I may not bide,
With thee I may no longer stay;
