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¶ Ihesu com fro heuene blisse,
And tok flesch in a mayden fre,
Lowely, and most [of] mekenesse,
Hyd vnder flesch [[MS. flesch fleschly]] oure fraternite;
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Now wold [he] take my soule to his,
ffor he suffred pyne and pouerte.
Ȝit sumwhat y myȝte acorde to þis;
But why shulde my soule hate me?
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¶ Whan Ihesu and my soule be met,
Sone my werkis þey aspiȝe;
Here wit on me fast þey whet:
'In shame, and skorne, and vylenye,
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To folwe þy fleschly lustes let,
Or ellis boþe ȝe shal dyȝe.'
Þus am y vnder and ouer set.
She spettes on me, and doþ me fyȝe.
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¶ Wiþ me, my soule he doþ þrete,
And makeþ my soule me to hate.
Wiþ plesande wordis, he hoteþ here gete
In heuene blisse, a quenes astate.
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Þan comeþ she hom in wraþþe-ful hete,
Bedeþ here lette, boþe erly and late,
Casteþ me doun, and doþ me bete,
And tredeþ on me, and makeþ debate.
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¶ Thanne renneþ she aȝen as she were wood;
To Ihesu, þy sone, she doþ flyȝe.
He fedeþ here wiþ his flesch and blood,
But þanne here þouȝtes mownten hyȝe.
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She biddiþ me water and bred to food;
As mortkyn forsaken, she let me liȝe.
She holdeþ me euyll, and no þyng good,
But a stynkyng carayne in here eyȝe.
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