A Dialogue between the Soul and the Body

Soul. Ay me, poor soul, whom bound in sinful chains
This wretched body keeps against my will!
Body. Ay me, poor body, whom for all my pains,
This froward soul causeless condemneth still.

Soul. Causeless? whenas thou striv'st to sin each day!
Body. Causeless? whenas I strive thee to obey!
Soul. Thou art the means, by which I fall to sin.
Body. Thou art the cause that sett'st this means a-work.

Soul. No part of thee that hath not faulty bin.
Body. I shew the poison that in thee doth lurk.
Soul. I shall be pure when so I part from thee.
Body. So were I now, but that thou stainest me.