Of that þou yeues at þe þete,
Whan þou art set in þi sete,
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Withe al merthes at mete,
And dayntes on des.
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¶ Withe riche dayntes on des þi diotes art diȝte,
And I in danger and doel in dongone I dwelle,
Naxte and nedefulle, naked one nighte;
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Þer folo me a ferde of fendes of helle;
Þey hurle me vnhendely, þei harme me in hiȝte;
In bras and in brymstone, I brene as a belle;
Was neuer wroughte in þis world a wofuller wighte;
Hit were ful tore any tonge my turment to telle!
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Nowe wil y of my turment tel, or I go.
Thenk hertly one þis,
Fonde to mende thi mys;
Thou art warned y-wys,
Beware be my wo."
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¶ "Wo is me for þi wo!" quod Waynour, "y-wys,
But one þing wold I wite, if þi wil ware;
If auþer matens or mas miȝte mende þi mys,
Or eny meble one molde, my merthe were þe mare;
If bedis of bisshopps miȝte bring þe to blisse, [folio 4a]
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Or couentes in cloistre miȝte kere þe of care;
If þou be my moder, grete wonder hit is
That al þi burly body is brouȝte to be so bare!"
"I bare þe of my body; what bote is hit I layne?
I brake a solempne a-vowe,
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