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¶ God saue þis man is so deuysed,
Hed and body, all lymes in kynde.
But þere as vertues ben despysed,
To preye to god, þey waste here wynde.
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God leue þat synne may be refused,
And of dedly synnes vs vnbynde,
And eche stat in his kynde be vsed.
God, of his mercy, haue vs in mynde! Amen!
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XVI. A remembraunce of LIJ folyes. [I printed this, from my copy of the MS., in Englisch Studien 1897, in forgetfulness of Dr. Kail.—F. J. F.] [[A.D. 1419]]
[Digby 102, leaf 115.] [9 stanzas of 14, abab, abab, cc ddd c.]
(1)
Loke how Flaundres doþ fare wiþ his folyhede!
Durste no man dygge after trouþe wiþ no manere toles.
To wynne [folio 115b] wrongly wele, wod þey gan wede,
But werkis of wys men were cast vnder stoles.
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Glosers counseled lordis for to take mede,
To maken hem riche, and here lordis pore foles.
Whan þe souereyns were set, here sogettis to drede,
Þe glosers skulked away, for shame of here sooles.
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Falsed shal neuere ben ateynt
Til Iuge here eche mannys pleynt.
Redresse, and make an ende,
Or ellys to mercy bende;
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Make hem kyssen and be frende,
Þat were fon feynt.
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¶ Fyfty folyes ben, and two;
Alle þo y wole mynne among.
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To triste in trete to his fo
Þat haþ begyled hem ofte and long,
And hate hem þat telle hym so,
And wilfully wolle suffre wrong:
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