And my lykyng, to walke late,
And haue my luste of sinfull dede.
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I was now here, I was now there,
Vnstable I was in all degre.
To hym I crye, that Mary bare,
Parce michi, domine!
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ffor Salamon seyth in his poyse,
Thre weyes there beth full harde to knowe:
Oon ys a shyp that sayleth in the see,
An egle an hygh, a worme in lowe.
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And of the fourth, telle he ne can:
Hit ys so wonderfull in hys heryng,
The weyes of a yonge man,
Whyche that ben here at theyre lykyng.
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And now hathe age y-smete me fro
My pryncipall feder of Iolyte.
ffor all that euer I haue mys-do,
Parce michi, domine!
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My ijde feder hyght 'bewte.'
I helde my selfe so clere of shappe,
That all the peple shuld loke on me,
And worshyp me with hood and cappe.
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My rudde was rede, my colour clere,
Me thought neuer none so fayre as I,
In all a contre, ferre ne nerre,
In fetewres and shap so comly.
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My forhede large, my browes bent;
My eyen clere, and corage bolde.
My shappe ne myght no man amende,
Me thought my self so fayre to beholde.
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And yet I was begyled in syght.
The myrrour, lorde, disceued me.
Wherfore I aske, lorde, of thy myght,
Parce michi, domine!
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Thys feder me bare full ofte to synne,
And pryncipally to lechery.
