Wash off that filth that files thy soul,
Then shalt heaven’s gates be opened soon.
Remember, Paul, what thou hast done,
For all the epistles thou didst compile,
Though now thou sittest up above,
Thou persecuted’st Christ a while.
Woman, he said, thou art not right,
That which I did, I did not know;
But thou didst sin with all thy might,
Although the preachers did thee show.