Þe wickede dedis þe made syke sore; bot al i for-ȝiue þe; & sinne no more
Þeng wat þou art & wat þou was; & þat al þi worssepe of me [þou] has.
Þou þeng wel on þese þinges yie, wat tou art, & wat tou were, & al þe woisse.
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Lere to loue as Ic loue þe: on al my lemes þou mait it se;
For þe I suffrede mikel wo; þou loue [me] trueli, ant no mo.
Noble þou art, þat were afile; be war be onis þat none þe gile,
Wou michel, at wat, & werfore, wat I haue þoled for loue of þe.
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I am þi broþer, be nout in wer; be nout agast to come me nere;
I am þi broþer, be nout agast; be hende & trewe, & stedëfast.
Here I take þe to my liue, tac þou non oþer to terme of liue;
Here I take þe to my spouse, & ȝiue þe boþë land & house.
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The Sinners' Lament.
al þe ioȝe of oure herte nou is went a-wey: [folio 153b]
for into serwe & into wo, tornid is al oure pley.
þe croune of oure heued is felle to gronde:
þat euere we sennede, weylawey þe stonde!
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Christ's Woe.
ȝe þat be þis wey pace, [folio 154]
abidid & behaldit my face;
& loket wer ani wo or pine
may be licnit nou to mine!
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