And durst nat loke to God vpward,
But knokked on hys brest ful harde,
And seyd with herte ful drefully,
"Lorde, þou haue on me mercy!"
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Þe þublycan had mochë þanke;
Þe pharysu, byfore God he stanke.
Þus seyþ þe gospel, þat we alle knowe,
"who so makeþ hym hygh, he shal be lowe;
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And, who loghyþ [who so logheþ.] hym yn skylle,
Gode heghnes he shal come tylle."
Some, whan þey here shryfte [shryfte O, synne H.] bygynne,
he shal hepe on God hys synne,
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And seyþ algate, 'he ne may noȝt [folio 77b:2]
kepe hym, but synne be wroȝt.'
And some sey, whan þey do euyl,
Hyt was algate þurgh þe deuyl;
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And some sey, as y haue herde,
'A! syre! so synneþ alle þe werlde.'
Of þy self, shal nat be seyd;
On þe, shal alle þe blame be leyd;
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God blameþ þe for þy mysdede,
why seyst þou þan, 'þe behoueþ nede?' [hyt behoueþ be nede.]
Ne no fende may but temptë þe;
Þe dede shal alle þyn ownë be;
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Ne at þe worlde mayst þou noȝt kest;
Do þy self weyl, hyt ys þe best;
Here mayst þou se wyþ godë skyl,
Alle hyt ys at þyn ownë wyl.
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The nyȝnþe poynt of shryfte.
þe nyȝnþë seyþ 'hyt ys foly
On þy self for to lye.'
