Lorde, yef I shall suffre thys grete disese,
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Hit woll me brynge vnto my graue.
And yet ywys I may nat chese,
Whether I be kyng, knyght or knaue.
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In derkenesse dymme, all oute of ese,
My lytell bed spred I haue;
That bed shall I neuer lese,
Though I wolde for angor raue,
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Tyll the day of dome, that of my graue
I shall aryse, and mo with me.
My soule, lorde, I pray, thow saue
With Parce michi, domine!
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Putredini dixi, pater meus es; mater mea et soror mea, vermibus.
To roten erthe, ryght thus sayde I,
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"Thow art my fader of whom I cam,"
And vnto wormes sekurly,
"Thow art my moder, thy son I am; [[MS. am I]]
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My systren all ye bene, for why,
None other then ye, forsoth I am."
I shall call hem sustres, lo, for thy,
ffor I shall roote amonge hem.
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Of the lowest erthe god made Adam,
Of whyche my kynde I had, as he.
Now, lorde, that art lykened to a lambe,
So Parce michi, domine!
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Vbi est ergo nunc prestolacio [folio 14a] mea et paciencia mea? tu es, domine, deus meus.
Where ys myn abydyng nowe,
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And all my pacience therto?
They ben away, I wote neuer howe,
ffor sothe me wanteth bothe two
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Yef myn hert be styf and towe,
To thanke the in wele and woo,
Hit ys nat I, but only thow,
Thow art my lord and god also.
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