Affected still to be, think, act, just as he bid.
Suspicion crossed his mind; my secret he espied;
All I could plead for nothing went; he said I lied.
“Thy specious words,” quoth he, “are needles in a loaf;[82]
My eye, as through a glass, sees all thy thoughts; thou oaf!
No curtain of thy trickeries can veil thy faith from me;
I’m proof against thy knaveries; thy cunning I can see.”30
Were not the faith of Jesus the refuge of my heart,
He’d not have mutilated me in this sad sort.
For love of Jesus, head and life I will lay down;