With flesshe and felle, bloode and bones.
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Than shal god hys dome deuyse,
And to hym take the good att ones;
But dampned soules shullen sore gryse,
And yeue a shoute with hydous grones.
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Thys make they shull wofull mones;
All that shullen dampned be,
That I may dwelle withyn the wones
Of Parce michi, domine!
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Cunctis diebus quibus nunc milito, expecto donec veniat immutacio mea.
All the dayes that I lyue here
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In thys wofull wepyng dale,
I byde alwey, from yere to yere,
Tyll I chaunge, as men do fall.
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Change I shall withouten were,
Nat ay be dwellyng in thys vale;
But, lorde, whan I am leyde on bere,
Hye vp to heuen my soule hale,—
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ffor there commyn neyther grete ne smale
But thow drawe hem, lorde, to the,—
That my soule be not in bale,
But Parce michi, domine!
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Vocabis me, et ego respondebo tibi; operi manu|um tuarum porriges dexteram.
Thow shalt me call at domesday,
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When thow art set on iugement,
And I to the, wythouten delay,
Shall yeue my answere verament.
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But, good Ihesu, to the I pray,
Thynke alwey with full entent
Thow madest me of a clot of clay;
Thyne handwerke helpe, as thow furst ment;
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And with my thought I haue myspent,
Thorough malyce, here, of frealte:
Here, leof lorde, late me repente,
But Parce michi, domine!
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