But, lorde, to the I clepe and calle;
When I slyde, supporte thow me;
And though somtyme I take a falle,
Yet Parce michi, domine!
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Qui quasi putredo consumendus sum, et quasi vestimentum, quod commeditur a tinea.
The whyche as rotyng shall consume,
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And fare as mowthe eten cloth;
And as from the fyre departeth fume,
So body and soule asundre goth.
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I am made of a lothly hume;
Hit ys a thyng to man most loth.
Wherof than shulde I presume
To be hygh-herted or lyghtly wroth?
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Though I be he that ofte mys doth,
Of mercy art thow large and fre.
As I leue that thys ys soth,
So Parce michi, domine!
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HOmo natus de muliere, breui viuens tempore, repletur multis miserijs,
A man that ys of a woman bore,
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But lytell whyle he lyueth here,
And euery day more and more
Replenysshed ys with synnes sere;
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With hote and colde, and hungor sore,
Turmented ys from yere to yere,
And ofte hym wanteth goddys lore,
That gostly wey, he shuld lere.
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And thus he wandreth in a were,
As a man blynde, and may nat se.
Therfore I pray the, with louely chere,
ffor Parce michi, domine!
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Qui quasi flos egreditur et conteritur, et fugit velud vmbra, et nunquam in eodem statu permanet.
The whyche spryngeth oute as a floure,
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That groweth fresshe, all men to glade;
