THE
Quaker's Song,
Sung by Mrs. WILLIS, at the Theatre in
Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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AMongst the pure Ones all, which Conscience doth profess,
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And yet that sort of Conscience, doth practise nothing less;
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I mean the Sect, of those Elect, that loth to live by Merit;
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That lead their Lives with other Mens Wives, according unto the Spirit.
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II.
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One met with a Holy Sister of ours, a Saint who dearly Lov'd him,
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And fain he wou'd have Kist her, because the Spirit mov'd him,
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But she deny'd, and he reply'd, your Damn'd unless you do it,
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Therefore Consent, do not Repent, for the Spirit doth move me to it.
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III.
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She not willing to offend, She yielded unto his Motion,
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And so these Two did end, in perfect true Devotion,
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To be kind to a Friend and Brother, she thought she shou'd die no Sinner,
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But e're five Months was past, at last the Spirit was quick within her.
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IV.
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But what will the Wicked say, says she, when they shall hear of this Rumour,
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They will Laugh at us every Day, and Scoff us in every Corner;
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Says he, let them do so still, if that they will, we mean not to follow their Fashion,
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They're none of our Sect, nor none of our Elect, nor none of our Congregation.
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V.
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But when the time was come, that she was to be Laid,
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It was no very great Crime committed by her they said,
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'Cause they did know, and she did show 'twas done by a Friend and Brother,
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But a very great Sin, they said it had been, if it had been done by another.
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VI.
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And being so Devout, they said they wou'd go Pray,
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They put the Candles out, and so they went their way,
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Like Brethren and Sisters dear, much like to the Family of Love,
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Each took his Sister, and kindly kist her, because the Spirit did move.
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