Trust not the World.
worldis blissë, strif hat wrout, [folio 157]
for it is wit serwe to endë brout.
worldes catel [folio 157b] passet sone.
þat wacset & wansit rit as te mone.
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trist nout to þ[i]s wonder world þat lastit bot a wile;
for it is not bot wiles of wo a hasardour þat wil þe gile.
Purity.
He is wel siker þat hat clennesse;
for al þat oþer renenant [remenant?] is not bot wrechedenesse.
Mortality.
allas! in gret sinne, alle beȝete we were: [folio 158]
stronge pines þoleden þe moderis þat vs bere.
here we liue bisiliche wit strong serwe & care:
deȝe we ssulin sikerliche; bot god wot wanne & were.
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Pride.
in alle maner þrifte, [or þriste] y passe allë þingge;
ȝif oni þing be lic me, to det i ssal him bringe.
Mercy.
ȝif sinne nere, merci nere non;
wan Merci is cald, he comet anon.
þer merci is rediest wer sinne is mest.
þer merci is lattest were sinne is lest.
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Merci abidet & loket aldai,
wan mon fro sinne wil torne away.
