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So he is dead and damned and all is well. / So fare all traitors to the church and God! / Cursed and cast out with candle, book and bell, / And thrust to rot beneath unhallowed sod.
The mouth that sounded once Saint Mary's name / He smirched and stained with scarlet wine of lust; / Therefore is he become a thing of shame, / Anathema and alien to the just.