The Quaker’s Song. Sung by Mrs. Willis
at the New Play-House.
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AMongst the pure ones all,
Which Conscience doth profess;
And yet that sort of Conscience,
Doth practice nothing less:
I mean the Sect of those Elect,
That loath to live by Merit;
That leads their Lives with other Mens Wives,
According unto the Spirit.
One met with a Holy Sister of ours,
A Saint who dearly lov’d him:
And fain he would have kiss’d her,
Because the Spirit mov’d him:
But she deny’d, and he reply’d,
You’re damn’d unless you do it;
Therefore consent, do not repent,
For the Spirit doth move me to it.
She not willing to offend, poor Soul,
Yielded unto his Motion;
And what these two did intend,
Was out of pure Devotion:
To lye with a Friend and a Brother,
She thought she shou’d die no Sinner,
But e’er five Months were past,
The Spirit was quick within her.
But what will the Wicked say,
When they shall here of this Rumour;
They’d laugh at us every Day,
And Scoff us in every Corner:
Let ’em do so still if that they will,
We mean not to follow their Fashion,
They’re none of our Sect, nor of our Elect,
Nor none of our Congregation.
But when the time was come,
That she was to be laid;
It was no very great Crime,
Committed by her they said:
’Cause they did know, and she did show,
’Twas done by a Friend and a Brother,
But a very great Sin they said it had been,
If it had been done by another.
