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B01380
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An Askew, intituled, I am a woman poor and blind.
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1695
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Wing A3212; Wing R279C; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[15]
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An Askew Intituled I am a Woman Poor and Blind I Am a woman poor and blind and little knowledge remains in me Long have I sought but fain would fain what Herb in my Garden were best to be A Garden I have which is unknown which God of his goodness gave to me I mean my body where I should have sown the seed of Christs true verity My spirit within me is vexed sore my spirit striveth against the same My sorrows do encrease more and more my conscience suffereth most bitter pain I with my self being thus at strife would fain have been at rest musing and studying in mortal life what things I might do to please God best With whole intent and one accord unto a Gardiner that I did know I desired him for the love of the Lord true seed in my garden for to sow Then this proud Gardener seeing me so blind he thought on me to work his will And flattered me with words so kind to have me continue in my blindness still He fed me then with lies and mocks for venial sins he bid me go to give my money to stones and stocks which was stark lies and nothing so vvith stinking meat then was I fed for to keep me from my Salvation I had Trentals of mass and balls of Lead not one word spoke of Christ's passion In me was sown all kind of feigned seeds with Popish Ceremonies many a one Masses of Requiem with other juggling deeds still Gods Spirit out of my garden was gone Then was I commanded most strictly if of my Salvation I would be sure To build some Chappel or Chauntry to be pray'd for while the world doth endure beware of a new learning quoth he it lyes which is the thing I most abhor Meddle not with it in any manner of wise but do as your Fathers have done before By trust I did put in the Devils works thinking sufficient my Soul to save being worse than either Jews or Turks thus Christ of his merits I did deprave I might liken my self with a woful heart unto the Dumb man in Luke the Eleven From whence Christ caused the Devil to depart but shortly after he took the other seven My time thus good Lord so quickly I spent alas I shall die the sooner therefore O Lord I and it written in thy Testament that thou hast mercy enough in store For such Sinners as the Scripture saith that would gladly Repent follow thy word Which I le not deny whilst I have breath for prison fire faggot or fierce sword Strengthen me good Lord in thy truth to stand for the bloody butchers have me at their will with their slaughter knives ready drawn in thei hand my simple Carcass to devour and kill O Lord forgive me my offence for I have offended thee very sore Take therefore my sinful body from hence then shall I vile Creature offend thee no mor I would wish all creatures and faithful friend for to keep from this Gardeners hands For he will bring them soon unto their ends with cruel torments of fierce fire brands I dare not presume for him to pray because the truth of him it was well known But since that time he hath gone astray and much pestilent Seed abroad he hath sown because that now I have no space the cause of my death truly to show I trust hereafter that by God's holy Grace that all faithful their shall plainly know to thee O Lord I bequeath my spirit that art the Work master of the same it is thine Lord therefore take it of right my carcass on earth I leave from whence it came Although to ashes it be now burned I know thou canst raise it again In the same likeness as thou it formed in Heaven with thee evermore to remain A Rare Example of a Vertuous Maid in Paris who was by her own Mother procured to be put in Prison thinking thereby to compel her to Popery but she continued to the end an finished her life in the fire Tune is O man in Desparation IT was a Ladies Daughter of Paris properly Her mother her commanded to Mass that she should hie O pardon me dear mother her daughter dear did say Vnto that filthy Idol I never can obey With weeping and waiting her mother then did go To assemble her Kinsfolks that they the truth may know Who being then assembled they did this maiden call And put her into prison to fear her there withal But where they thought to fear her she did most strong endure Altho' her years was tender her faith was firm and sure She weigh'd not their allurements she fear'd not firey flame She hop'd thro' Christ her Saviour to have immortal fame Before the judge they brought her thinking that she would turn And there she was condemned in fire for to burn instead of Golden bracelets with Cords they bound her fast My God grant me with patience quoth she to die at last And on the morrow after which was her dâ—ing day They stript this silly Damsel out of her rich array Her Chain of Gold so costly away from her they take And she again most joyfully did all the world forsake Vnto the place of torment they brought her speedily With heart and mind most constant she willing was to die But seeing many Ladies assembled in that place These words she then pronounced lamenting of their case You Ladies of this City mark well my words quoth she Although I shall be burned yet do not pitty me Your selves I rather pitty and weep for your decay Amend your time fair Ladies and do no time delay Then came her mother weeping her daughter to behold And in her hand she brought her a book covered with gold Throw hence quoth she that idol convey it from my sight And bring me hither my bible wherein I take delight But my distressed mother why weep you be content you have to death delivered me most like an innocent Tormentor do thy Office on me when thou thinkst best but God my Heavenly Father will bring my soul to rest but Oh my aged Father where-ever thou dost lye Thou know'st not thy poor daughter is ready for to die but yet amongst the Angels in Heaven I hope to dwell Therefore my loving Father I bid thee now farewel Farewel likewise my mother adieu my Friends also God grant that you by others may never feel such woe Forsake your Superstition the cause of mortal strife Embrace God's true Religion for which I lose my life When all these words were ended then came the man of death Who kindled soon a fire which stopt this Virgins breath To Christ her only Saviour she did her Soul commend Farewel quoth she good people and thus she made an end Printed by and for A.M. and sold by the Booksellers of London