That to sowle ben venym,
That I be not poysynd ther-in.
Line 108
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Whan þou thrystyd sore with-alle,
They gaffe the eysyll with byttyr galle;
Alle þat I haue dronke in glotenye
For-geue me, lorde, ar than I deye.
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Lord, the spere so scharpe I-grownde,
Þat in thyn herte made a wownde,
Line 116
It quenchyth the synne þat I haue wrowt,
With alle myn harte fulle ewle thowt,
And myn stowt pryd also,
And myn onbuxumnes ther-too.
Line 120
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The ledder, vppe-set be encheson
Whan þou war ded to be take a-down,
