"He hears, absolves, but mark his leering
"And judge by them where his devotion lies.''
At her warm altar oft
he's bow'd the knee,
Cancell'd the crime, and praisd her chastity.
the story, which I've lately got
From that old conjurer, hight Michael Scott.
Old wealthy Walter married buxom
For young she was, and very handeome too :
She daily prayed ; — her beads
slipp'd to and fro,
And to confession constantly did
Till squaint-eye'd jealousy prick'd Walter's mind,
Who study'd hard the
hated truth to find.
This brawny monk (quoth Walter to himself)
me much more than hoarding all my pelf ;
But I'm determined to find out my
For no plague equals doubtful
Now Walter follows holy Sue to church,
And in a pew lies perdue
on the lurch ;
He ey'd his wife, in penitential dress,
her beads, and hearing th'
This done, she in her turn fell down before
The good monk
John, and mutter'd something o'er :
The father sighed — his bacon-head he
private he poor Suky took
For to shastise — but not with whips, 'tis thought,
Which made our cuckold
hastily cry out,
My God — my Suky ! — ah, she's much too tender,
me the lash who knows but that may mend her?
And down he falls upon his
To have the stripes — which Suky quickly sees,
; — Good father beat him hard,
My sins are great, and sin
shou'd not be spar'd.
Thus priests and monks of every order prove
wicked laymen in the cause of love :
And women's nature from the first
Will sometimes long
forbidden fruit to taste.