Þou seest not fleschly þou takest þenne;
Þy byleue of herte, makeþ þe fast fro ded,
Wiþouten ordre of þynges, to renne,
By tokene and word þat he bede.
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¶ Wiþ-outen help of ordre of þyngis,
Þe bok of oure byleue is lent,
Vnder dyuerce spices only tokenynges,
Þouȝ þe spices fro hym be went,
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Not durked ne hyd, but riȝt shynynges,
Þouȝ fleschly syȝt fro hym be blent,
Þe soule haþ ioye, and mery synges,
When good byleue seeþ þe sacrament.
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¶ Þe blod is drynk, þe flesch is mete,
Ys gostly fode, þe soules delys;
Neuere-þe-lattere, of crist to trete,
He dwelleþ vnder ayþer spys.
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Þe ressayuour counteþ not þat þey ete,
Ne brekeþ it not, but hool it lys.
Þouȝ a thowsand take at o sete,
Alone on takeþ as moche o prys.
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¶ While obley in yrnes, or boyst ys stoken,
Hit nys but bred, and sengyl bake;
Whanne þe prest, to hit, goddis wordis hath spoken,
Crystys quyk body, vndir bred o cake.
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Þouȝ it a þousand peces seme broken,
Nes parted ne wasted, but al holl take.
In byleue of holychirche, who wyl hym ȝoken,
Aȝen þis, non argument may make.
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¶ That ressayueþ, children, man, and wyf,
Not al yliche deuocioun.
Summe taken it in synne and stryf,
As bestes wiþ-outen discrecioun.
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