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¶ Wiþ hym doþ drynke and ete,
To lerne of his discressioun;
Wiþ hym sche is skourged and bete,
And crucyfyed in his passioun;
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She is wiþ hym in helle hete,
Wiþ hym in his resurexioun,
And stye in-to heuene in his fadres se[t]e;
Þens nolde she neuere come doun."
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¶ Now þe playnt is at þe last.
God answerd wiþ mylde soun:
'fflesch,' he sayde, 'þou iangelest fast
Moche dene, and no resoun.
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Alle þy wordes þou dost waste.
Wille wiþoute discressioun,
Þyn awen pleynt þe doþ caste;
Þou turnest þy self vp so doun.
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¶ Thou makest maystershepe in al vys, [folio 121b]
And here [turnest] fro my way,
And makest here þral to fleschely delys,
In vanyte to al worldly play.
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She is ashamed, now she is wys;
Sche lyued in vowtrye so many a day.
She haþ chosen þe loue most o prys,
And cast þe fals[e] loue away.'
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¶ God seiþ: 'man, y made þe of nouȝt,
And kyd þat y loued þe dere,
And soule of resoun in þe wrouȝt,
ffayre and wys, angels pere.
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Þou hast defouled þe ymage þat y wrouȝt,
In seruage to fendis and fendis fere.
She folwed þy wille in dede and þouȝt,
In alle place, fer and nere.
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