God hym [hym O, hym hym H.] self, of mageste,
Vnto hys lykenes he formed þe;
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he made þy soule boþe fayre and clene,
And to hys ownë godhede sene;
And whan þou synnest, þou turnest wyk,
And makest þy soulë black as pyk;
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Þát God had made to hym so weyl,
Þou makest hyt lyke þe fende echedeyl.
Sorowe oghte þan, þyn hertë bynde,
Þat þou art tó hym so vnkynde;
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Þou dysonourest hym yn þat outrage,
And reuylyst hys feyre ymage.
Of þys þyng þan ȝyuest [ȝyfst.] þou leste,
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whan þou cumst laghyng to þe prest;
Euyl oghtest þou laghe, coudest þou se
How þou bryngest þy dome with þe;
Aboute þy nekke, hanggeþ a wyþþe,
Þat haþ þe departed fro Goddys gryþþe:
Þy self beryst þan, on þy bak,
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Þy vylë synne þat makeþ þe blak;
May nonë fro þat dome þe borowe,
But ȝyf hyt be with byttyr sorowe.
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Goddys treytour, and ryȝt vyleyn!
Hast þou no mynde of Marye Maudeleyn,
How she soȝt oure lorde Ihesus
Yn Symundës hous leprous?
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Opone þyn herte, þy gostly eres,
And þenke on herë byttyr teres!
She cam nat laghyng to þe [com . . . . to þat.] feste,
Noþer for game, noþer [no.] for geste;
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She com wepyng with here yne,
Of Ihesu to haue medycyne;
She broȝt a smel of grete sauour,
Þat tokeneþ loue and grete onour;
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