Rokke þi cradell aboue þe skye,
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Þenk on þe Madenys melodye,
Þenk on helle stynkyng stye,
Where goostis bren in bynde.
XIV.
¶ In vitas patrum, a fader booke,
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Swiche a tale þer is tolde;
A sinfull womman crist forsooke,
Putte in dispeir with deuelys bolde,
Sche was hent on hard hoke, [folio 132b]
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For hete of feiþ kepte sche colde,
Till a wyse preest with hyr woke
And seyde, "for þe Iesu was solde."
XV.
¶ Take ensaumple of a childe in towne,
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With myshap his croune is craked,
With brode lippys he bereþ boune,
Þer is wepyng and deel awaked.
¶ Þe Norys with þe childe doþe roune,
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A rede Appil sche haþ hym taked,
And he forsakeþ hys sobbyng soune,
And mochel myrþe þere is maked.
¶ Now sette þi will styf stakede
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In fruyte swetter þan any mayde,
Þow þi synne haue hym affrayede,
Ȝyue hym þi hert and he is apayede
Þat pere hys pees haþ makede.
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XVI.
¶ Was neuer childe so sone stille
With pere ne with appil swete,
As Maydens sone þat dyed on hill
And for þi loue blood gan swete;
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