But whan I, thorough the sotylte,
Deceyued was of foule sathan,
Thow puttedyst me fro that dignite,
Heldyng doune on my brayn pan.
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Noon other cause alege I can,
But that synne hathe depryued me.
Now, for the blood that from the ranne,
So Parce michi, domine.
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Memento, queso, quod sicut lutum feceris me, et in puluerem reduces me.
Haue mynde, therfore, I the pray,
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O thow god, almyghty kynge.
Thynke thow madest me of clay,
And in-to clay thow shalt me brynge.
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Suche ys thy myght, and hath be ay.
And sythen thow madest furst all thynge,
Who dare sey ayene the nay,
To lette thy wyll or thy lykyng?
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There ys man olde ne yonge
That stryue dar ayenst the.
Therfore, nede maketh me synge,
Lorde, Parce michi, domine.
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Nonne sicut lac mulsisti me, et sicut caseum me coagulasti?
Mylkedest nat me, lorde, as mylke,
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With nesshe blood whan thow me made?
And sythen, lord, that ylke,
Ryght as the hardnesse of chese ys hade?
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My bloode ys nessher than ys sylke,
In reyny weder that sone woll fade,
And thus me made do dedys swylke
With whyche my goste ys ofte vnglade.
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And thus in sinne full depe I wade,
That nygh I droune thorow freelte.
Although I can of synne nat sade,
Yet Parce michi, domine.
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