Cum ieiunatis nolite fieri sicut ipocrite tristes.
He sais, "when ȝe sall fast, bese noght
Als ipocrites mornand in thoght,
þai schew þaire dedes men forto knaw,
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Bot when ȝe fast, þan sall ȝe schaw
Meri sembland with glad chere,
And seme als ȝe noght fastand were."
So sal noman wit of ȝowre dede,
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And god sall gif ȝow heuyn to mede.
Þe thrid poynt es mesure and houe,
þat we sall with oure fasting proue,
In fast we suld noght tak to bere
Of mete ne drink more þan mistere,
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