Þenkeþ on þe peynes of helle;
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what day þat ȝe dyd ȝoure synne,
And how long ȝe haue lyued þer-ynne,
what tyme, ánd how, hyt was wroȝt;
Alle hyt nede [nedeþ.] þurghout be soghte.
Seynt Dauyd, þe holy prophete,
Seyþ, þese wurdes, ful swete,
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"Alle my shryftë and my shame
Haþ so couerd and hyd my blame,
þat þe fende may haue no syȝt,
Me to bewreyë with no plyȝt;
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Ne God of heuene wyl nat se
Any þyng þat wyl dampnë me."
Ȝyf þou shryue þe apertly,
Þou mayst be sekyr to haue mercy.
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The syxte poynt of shryfte.
Þe syxte poynt ys, sorowe of herte;
Þat oght to be bytter and smerte
whan þou þenkest on þe gode dedes,
þat, God haþ do for þy nedes,
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And þou hast do, as þou weyl wost,
Þyng, þat, he hateþ moste.
No creatures ne hateþ he noȝt,
But synnë þat ys do or wroȝt;
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Ne he hateþ nat þe fende of helle,
Þe crëature of hym y telle,
But þe wykkednes, pryde and synne
Þat yn hym ys, and wyl nat blynne;
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Ne was þyr neuer aungel so bryȝt,
Ne man so weyl with God almyȝt,
Þat, ȝyf he had synned dedly, [folio 76b:2]
To hellë pyne he was wurþy;
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Þat oght þey boþe to sorowe and kare,
Þat yn dedly synnë are.
