Defowle boþe mayden and wyf,
Þat shulde be clene in alle vertue.
Eche dedly synne is a dedly knyf;
For he shal repe þat he sewe.
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¶ Ȝe shal be blessid, erly and late,
By vertue of gospell þat ȝe preche.
Ȝe shul be blessid, whan folk ȝow hate,
And cursen ȝow for ȝoure speche.
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Ȝoure tonge is kaye of heuene ȝate,
Ȝoure word, þe way to heuene hem teche.
Folk wiþ ȝow schal debate,
ffor me wiþ lesynges ȝow apeche.
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¶ Glade ȝe wiþ-ynne, and ioye wiþ-oute;
Ȝoure mede in heuene moche is.
Drede no tyrauntes sterne and stoute
May sle þy body, and take as his.
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God, þe fader of heuene, ȝe dowte
May brynge þe soule to pyne or blis;
He schal deme all þe world aboute, [folio 123a]
To heuene for goode, to hell for mys.
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¶ Of erþe ȝe ben cleped 'salt,'
ffor salt of wisdom soule saues;
Go vp-riȝt and be not halt,
ffor mayster of seruaunt his seruice craues.
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Þyn astate rekene þou shalt,
How þou it gat, how þou it saues.
Fewe ben chosen, þouȝ mony ben calt,
Fro goddis seruyce are worldly knaues.
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¶ To lanterne ȝe ben likned riȝt, [Nota]
In all þe world ȝe shal be kyd.
Ȝoure prechyng shal be candel liȝt,
Nouȝt vnder worldly buschel hyd,
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