Saint Paul, she said, it is not so
I did not know so well as ye,
But I will to my Saviour go,
Who will his favour shew to me.
You think you are of flyting free,
Because you was rapt up above,
But yet it was Christ’s grace to thee,
And matchlessness of his dear love.
Then Paul, says she, let Peter come,
If he be lying let him rise,