XIV.
¶ Ȝit Moyses þis resoun rad,
'Ete ȝoure lambe with soure vergeous';
Sowre saws make þe sowle glad,
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Sorowe for synnes oures;
Þat vergeous makeþ þe fende a-drad,
And fer fleþ fro goddis spous;
And bere a staaf and stonde sadde,
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Whan flessche þe fediþ in goddis hows,
¶ Þis staf is crystis crouche;
Stonde þou styf by þis stake,
Whan ȝe fonge ȝowre fleissche in take,
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Þan may þe deuyll no maystryes make,
Ȝoure sowles to touche.
XV.
¶ Whan pardoun is schewed with a scryne, [folio 128b]
With boke on bord with nayles smyte,
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With rede lettres wryten blyne,
Blewe and blak among me pyte:
My lorde I likne to þat signe,
Þe body was bored and on borde bete,
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In briȝt blode oure boke gan schyne;
How woo he was no wiȝt may wyte,
¶ Ne rede in hys rode;
Ȝoure pardoun boke fro top to too,
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Wryten it was full wonder woo,
Rede woundes and strokes bloo,
Ȝoure boke was bounde in blode.
XXIII.
¶ In holy write þis tale I herde,
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How riche ȝiftis god vs ȝaf;
God seiþ hym-self a good scheperde,
And euery herde byhoueþ a staf;
