Of all diseases yet rekeuere,
And se my lorde in hys turete,
With whom I hope to dwelle euer.
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Though I be synfull, lorde, take me neuer
In any thyng that may displese the.
Thy blysse, late me haue for euer,
Thorough Parce michi, domine!
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Quare de vulua eduxisti me, qui vtinam con|sumptus essem, ne oculus me videret?
lord, why leddest thow so me
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A, Oute of the wombe that I was in?
Wold god I had consumed be
With-in myn oune moders skynne,
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That the eye, with whyche I se,
Had nat seyn nomore ne mynne,
That I myght in that degre
Neuer haue wyste what had be synne,
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ffor syn maketh me from the to twynne,
That of nought madest thow me.
Thy mercy, lord, make me to wynne
With Parce michi, domine!
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ffuissem quasi non essem, de vtero translatus ad tumulum.
And, wold god, that I be hadde
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As a thyng that neuer was;
ffor all with synne I am be-stadde,
And euery day I do trespas.
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No wonder though I be vngladde,
And though I synge often allas;
ffor pure woo I wexed madde,
Nere goddys mercy my solas.
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Lo, lorde, lo, I am ryght as
A wytles man withouten the;
But as thow of plente mercy has, [folio 15a]
So Parce michi, domine!
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Nunquid non paucitas dierum meorum finietur breui?
