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1This ugly sow, descended of
Epitragia’s2, lover’s entrails tore,
3Whose death the
queen of love3did so
4This loathsome beast, besmeared with dirt and blood,
5Being newly washed in yonder crystal flood,
6Yet now you see she’s wallowing in the mud.
7So penitence and penance, some no more
8Do value than to sin on a new
like the dog they to their vomit turn6,
10Licking that filth up which they seemed to spurn;
11But those which loathingly their sins deplore,
12Being cleansed, if possible will sin no more.
the ermine7(which you see pursued
those which long to have their chaps imbrued8
15In innocent blood) by Nature is
16With such a loathing of impurity,
17Rather than o’er a dirty place
She’ll yield unto her cursed foes and die11.
19So she that knows herself to be God’s child
20Will die a thousand deaths
her Savior’s guiltless blood did flow13
22To wash her sinful soul as white as snow.
23Then ermine-like let my sad soul expire,
24Whilst others hog-like tumble in the