Soþliche hy beþ bi-payȝtte,
Swecche oþere hoe beþ bitaiȝtte,
Lat him no þonk ne cunne. [folio 129:2]
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Ac wer beþ þenne his ringes,
And his proude þinges,
And his golt-peinte gloue?
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Wor al his proude þinges,
Ne vailleþ him no þinges
Þenne to his bihoue.
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Sothliche, naked and bare,
Wiþ wop and wiþ kare,
Þou come to þisse liue;
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And so ȝe sulen eft-senes fare;
.I. saye þe soth wiþ-oute sware;
Greyþeþ ou biliue!
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Þe salt þe world forleten and lewe, [[? rvmes]]
Þer-of ȝe shulden þenken ene,
And oure sunne aquenche
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Mid beden and mid almesse,
Wiþ-outen idelnesse,
If ȝe miȝtten at-blenche
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From þe sori satanasse,
And from his swikelnesse
And from his heuele wrenche.
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If þou fallest in sunne,
Ne li þou nout þer-inne;
Hieþe þe oup to arisen,
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And shend þe wiþerwine
Satanas mid his pine,
And doþe also þe wise.
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For mon nohute nout to abbe soule,
Wen his wrecche licome
In sunnen be .I.-falle,
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