But when he with a sharpe shoure
Ys smyten, begynneth sone to fade.
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So lese I the fayre coloure
That god almyghty furst in me made,
And thus I chaunge in euery shoure,
And fle away ryght as a shade.
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And herewith I am full lade
With synnes of diuerse degre.
Of heuen blysse me nought degrade,
But Parce michi, domine!
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Et dignum ducis super huiuscemodi aperire oculos tuos, et adducere eum tecum in iudicium.
And, lord, thow lettest that hit be dygne
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Thyne eyen to opene vppon suche on,
And hym thow shewest, by that sygne,
That he, with the, to dome shall gone.
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Haue mercy on me, Ihesu benygne!
Me thynketh myn hert ys harder than a ston, [folio 12b]
And besyed with a spiryte maligne.
My flesshe, the worlde, then ben my fone.
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These ben myn enemyes, lord, echone,
Euer aboute to perysshe me.
Lorde, for the loue of Mary and Iohn
Euer Parce michi, domine!
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Quis potest mundum de immundo conceptum semine? nonne tu, qui solus es?
But, lord, who may clene make
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Conceyued thyng of seede vnclene?
Nat thow? A, yes, I vnderstande,
Yef the lyste to make hit clene.
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Allas, I walke in a lake
Of dedly synne that doth me tene.
But, lorde, for the loue of Maryes sake,
Amende the harme that I of mene.
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Y-wys I am nat worthe a bene,
Of my sylfe, to commendyd be.
Yet helpe me, lorde, with thy grace shene,
And euer Parce michi, domine!
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