undated poem

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There was a merchants Daughter,
whose frinds all Papist were,
The Lord her Heart, did soften to seek his face by Prayer
She soon obtained his favor
Delighted in his name renounce her former
Idols content to suffer shame, with a
weeping & with warling to her mother she did go
Assemble all the council that they the truth
might Know, - and when they were assembed
the damsel they did call, and cast her
into prison to frighten her withall
The more they strove to frighten her the
more^firmer she did endure, I value not your
torment nor yet your fiery flame, I hope
that christ my saviour will ease my
mortal frame, Before the Judge they carried
her hoping she would turn, But when
their efforts failed them she was condem-
ned to burn, took off her Golden Bracelets
with cords they Bound her feet, o Lord
give me Patience to die for them at last
In come her Mother her Daughter to behold
and in her hands she brought a Book covered
over with gold, take hence from me those
Idols convey them from my sight, and give
to me my Bible whern ^wherein, I take delight
weep not for me Dear mother pray be content
The first who formed against me when I was
innocent, torment & do your office with me
as you think Best I hope that Christ my
saviour will take my sould to rest, ye
Ladies of the City mad mark well those words
for your decay, amend your lives fair Ladies
pray ^you dont delay —