The Conuercyon of swerers / (The Conversion of Swearers)

by Stephen Hawes

I dyde redeme you from the deuylles chayne

And spyte of me ye wyll to hym agayne

Made I not heuen the moost gloryous mansyon

In whiche I wolde be gladde to haue you in

Now come swete bretherne to myn habytacyon

Alas good brederne with your mortall synne

Why flee ye from me / to torne agayne begynne

I wrought you I bought you ye can it not denye

Yet to the deuyll ye go nowe wyllyngly