¶ The faire fruyte of my flessche, [folio 127]
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My leue childe with-oute lak,
For Adam goddis biddyng brak;
Þe blood ran on my briddes bak,
Droppynge as dewe on ryssche.
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IV.
¶ The Iugement haue þei Ioyned
To bere fooles full of synne:
Ȝit scholde my sone fro þee be soyned,
And neuer hys blood on þe rynne;
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But now is truþe with tresoun twyned,
With a þeef to henge fer in fenne;
With fele nayles hys feet be pyned,
A careful modir men may me kenne,
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¶ In balys I am bounde:
Þe brid þat was of a mayde borne,
On þis tree is all for-torne;
A broche þorow hys breest was borne,
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Hys hert now haþ a wounde.
V.
¶ Tre, þou art loked by lawe
Þat a þeefe and a traytour on þe schal deye,
Now is truþe with tresoun drawe,
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Vertu is falle by vicys weye;
Love and truþe and soþefast sawe,
On a tre traytours do teye,
Now is vertue with vyces slawe:
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Of all vertues cryst is keye,
¶ Vertue is swetter þan spyces,
In foote and honde he bereþ blody prykke,
Þe heed is full of þornes þikke,
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Þe goode hangeþ among þe wikke,
Vertue þus deieþ wiþ vyces.
