But on a candel-styke on hiȝt;
Nouȝt vnder a chiste, vnder a lyd;
In good werkis shyne ȝe bryȝt,
And lyue ȝe so, riȝt as ȝe byd.
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XXII. Knowe thy self and thy god.
[Digby 102, leaf 123.] [9 stanzas of 8, abab, abab.]
(1)
Thenke hertely in þy þouȝt
Of what matere þou dede bygynne.
Of fylthy seed þou were wrouȝt,
And wan in at þe wyket of synne.
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Foulere fylþe knowe y nouȝt
Þan þou were fed þy moder wiþ-ynne;
In a sake ful of filþe þou was out brouȝt,
In wrecchednes horyble, and stynkyng skynne.
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(2)
¶ What þou art, knowe þy self wel.
Þou were conceyued in synne, and born wiþ woo.
Þy moder and þou, on fortune whel,
In perile of deþ, parted a-twoo.
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Of pynes of helle, what soules fele,
And þou in mynde keped þoo,
Hit wolde make þy corage kele,
Whan þou hadde wil, to synne goo.
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(3)
¶ God made þe of nouȝt, haue in mynde,
Wiþ soule of resoun; lyk his ymage.
In heuene, wiþ angels, aboue þe wynde,
He ordeyned þe endeles heritage.
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Wiþ more loue he dede þe bynde:
Bycome þy brother in mannys lynage.
He, ielous louer and trewest to fynde,
Þy soule is spouse to his maryage.
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