That may me ony helpe and socoure do,
My symple cause to forthere or susteyne:
That doth me sorë [[MS. me sore doth]] grevë and constreyne.
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The holy Court of Seintës I appele,
Betakyng you my quarell eueridell.
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Ye knowë weel [right] now what is my nede
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Ageyn the malice of myne enemy,
Þat is a-bowte to noyë and mysbede
Me, nedi wrecchë: help[ë] me forththi!
Geve audience vnto my pietows cry,
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And to my Kyng now reconsilë me,
Schewyng the feruoure of youre charite!
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The relieff of youre excellent merites, [folio 13b]
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Ye preciows seintës chosen euerichon,
A-geyn the malice of this perilous wites
Wich þat the feend [now] puttith me upon,
Þat whil I was levyng in flesch and bon,
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With his disceiptës and his fraudës fele
He drowe me to, & now me doth appele.
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Seint Poule him-selff[ë] writith in this wise,
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And saith that "veray parfight charite
Is a thing þat may to muche poepil suffice";
Sche aboundith nought in propirte.
Sithe it behouith, than, in communalte
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Among the nedi to be díspended,
Let myne estate somwhat be ámendid! [Minor Poems, I, 38/417. Le Sire de Fournivall Tresourer, was appointed of Henry IV's Council on 27 Nov., 8 Hen. IV, 1406.—Proc. Privy Council, i. 295 (ed. Nicolas, 1834). See also Rot. Parl. iii. 572 b.]
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