(19: Man's Third Foe, the Fiend.)
Þi þridde fo, þat foule wiȝt,
Þe fondeþ boþe day and niȝt,
Þeron hise gilles alle:
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Þou wost wel he ne loueþ þe nout,
He fondeþ to chaunge þi þout,
And do þe for to falle.
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(20)
Þou wost he ne wille þe no god;
He wolde hauen þin herte blod;
Þou be war of his hok!
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Do nou also ich haue þe seid,
And alle þre sulen ben aleid
Wiþ here owene crok.
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If þou seyst þis spelis hard,
Ne may .I. nout swech foreward
Holden, ne wel drie;
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A litel þing ich axe þe;
Þou sei me soþ, par charite,
Þer-of þat þou ne lie. [c. 1275. MS. Digby 86, leaf 126, back, col. 1.]
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5. Ubi sonnt qui ante nos fuerount?
(10 stanzas of 6, aab, ccb.)
(1)
Uuere beþ þey biforen vs weren,
Houndes ladden and hauekes beren,
And hadden feld and wode?
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Þe riche leuedies in hoere bour,
Þat wereden gold in hoere tressour,
Wiþ hoere briȝtte rode,
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(2)
Eten and drounken, and maden hem glad;
Hoere lif was al wiþ gamen .I.-lad,
Men keneleden hem biforen;
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