Quoth Farmer True to Deacon Blue:
“Can you reach heaven & leave your pence
Six feet upon this Widow’s lot?”
To which, most orthodoxly hot
He answered with grim vehemence:
“O yes! you think to go to heaven
By good works, but you can’t get in!
Good works has damned more souls than sin
Such heresy is not forgiven!”
“I see,” quoth T, “you’re quite secure!
So much you’re bent upon salvation,
Against that danger of condemnation
You’ve made your own election sure!”
