Þe wikkid resceueþ a dedly knyf,
And his endeles dampnacioun;
Þe good resceyueþ endeles lyf,
To body and soule saluacioun.
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¶ When þou to chirche gost
To resceyue god, wisely go.
I suppose þe prest haue but on ost,
Breke it, and parte to twenty and mo:
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As moche is þe leste cost
As in þe grettest pece of þo;
Deme all yliche, lest and most;
Quaue not, ne drede not, to sen hit so.
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¶ Þouȝ þe prest þe sacrament clyue
In a þowsand peces and þre,
Þe state, ne stature, ne myȝt doþ myue,
Ne leseþ ne lasseþ of his pouste.
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Þy fleschly syȝt þou shalt not lyue;
But tokene of brekyng makeþ he;
For fleschly skyn, no sacrement kan preue,
In gostly bylyue shal saued be.
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¶ In old[e] lawe, ȝe wyten how
At estren þey eten a lamb al ded,
Is ouer put in newe lawe now;
At estre, we eten quyk bred.
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In old[e] lawe, for mannys prow,
God þe comaundementis bed;
And oure newe lawe we don allow,
And kepen boþe by goddis red.
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¶ Lete þy mercy passe ryȝt,
And forȝeue vs oure mysdede!
Þy face, wiþ loue to seen in syȝt,
In lond of lyf, þou vs lede.
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