A kid, instead of baked rae. Jacob himself was tickled so, He went to Lot where he was lying, And to the gate he pray’d him to go, To staunch the carling of her crying. Lot says fair dame, make less ado, And come again another day. Old harlot carle and drunkard too, Thou with thine own two daughters lay, Of thine untimely seed I say, Proceeded never good but ill. Poor Lot, for shame then stole away, And left the wife to 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, said she I am aghast, When that I look you in the face; If that your law till now did last, Then surely I had ne’er got grace: But, Moses, Sir, now by your leave, Although in heaven thou be possest For all you saw, did not believe. But you in Horeb there transgres Wherefore by all it is confest, You got but once the land to see, And in the mount was put to rest, Yea burned there where, you did die. Then Aaron said, you whorish wife, Go get you gone and rap no more; With idols you have led your life, Or then you shall repent it sore. Good Aaron Priest, I know you well, The golden calf you may remember, Who made the people plagues to see, This is of you recorded ever; Your priesthood now is nothing worth, Christ is my only priest and he, My Lord who will not keep me forth, So I’ll get in, in spite of thee. Up started Samson at the length, Unto the gate apace came he, To drive away the wife with’s strength, But all in vain it would not be. Samson, says she, the world may see, Thou wast a Judge who proved unjust, Those gracious gifts which God gave thee, Thou lost them by licentious lust. From Dalila thy wicked wife, The secrets chief couldst nor refrain, She daily sought to take thy life, Thou lost thy locks and then was slain, Tho’ thou wast strong it was in vain, Haunting with harlots here and there. Then Samson turned back again, And with the wife would mell nae mair. Then said king David, knock no more. We are all troubled with your cry. David, quoth she, how cam’st thou there, Thou might’st bide out as well as I: Thy deeds no ways thou can’st deny, Is not thy sin far worse than mine, Who with Uriah’s wife did lie, And caused him to be murdered syne? Then Jonas said, fair dame content you, If you intend to come to grace, You must dree pennance and repent you, Ere you can come within this place. Jonas, quoth she, how stands the case? How came you here to be with Christ? How dare you look him in the face?