Be lord, and haue richesse, þou may;
Worldis richesse, for man was wrouȝt.
Gostly loue, þat is my pray; [nota]
But worldly goodis, in heuene comeþ nouȝt.
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¶ For gold and syluer, and precyous stones,
Swetnes of floures, erþely bewte,
Þe shrynes wiþ all seyntes bones,
In heuene were foul felþe to se.
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Tyl body and soule aȝen arn ones
Mad parfyt in claryte,
Saue god hym self, in heuene wones,
Þe principal, mankynde shal be."
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¶ 'God! how may y, man, bygynne
Wiþ myn herte to loue þe?'
"Repente, and wylne no more synne,
So mowe we [MS. ȝe] [folio 117a] frendis be,
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Good soule, sybbe to my kynne;
For y made it lik to me.
Mankynde y tok, a mayden wiþ-ynne,
So, gostly and bodyly, breþeren be we. [MS. wet]
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¶ Who loueþ god, he wil bygynne
For to folwe goddis lore;
Loke where he dede wrongly wynne,
Make amendis, aȝen restore.
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Ȝoure loue, fro me ȝe parten o twynne
For worldis worship, ryches in store,
Heuene ȝates ȝe steken and pynne;
Þat ye shulde saue, ȝe haue forlore.
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¶ To gete loue þus bygynne:
Wiþ clene herte, and swete þouȝt,
Wiþ trewe tong, not falsely wynne,
Ne stele, ne flatre, ne lyȝe nouȝt.
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