Clyppyng and kyssyng cowde I nat blynne,
Me thought hit crafte of curtesy.
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A cusse, hit ys the deuylles gynne;
Ofte of hit aryseth woo and wrake.
The deuyll with cusse many doth wynne.
I counseyle the, thow syn forsake.
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Sampson loste hys streyngth therfore, [folio 16a]
Dauid hys grace, for bersabee,
Tyll he cryed with wordes sore
Parce michi, domine!
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Salamon, that worthy kyng,
ffull fayre he was from top to toe,
Wherfore in hys age yong
He was amabilis domino;
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That after he felle foule and sore
ffor luste of wemen that was hym nygh.
They fonned hym in hys age hore,
That he forsoke hys god on hygh.
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Nat oonly these, but many mo
Bewte hath begyled, ywys.
I wote well I am oon of tho;
I can the better telle thys.
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Nowe hathe age y-smyte me fro
My secund feder, that hyght beawte.
ffor all that euer I haue mysdo,
Parce michi, domine!
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My thryd feder, 'streynght' hyght.
My name was knowe on euery syde,
ffor I was man of mochell myght,
And meny oon spake of me full wyde.
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To pryke and praunce I was full prest,
My streyngthe to kepe in euery place;
And euermore I had the best:
Suche was my hap, suche was my grace.
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My streyngth full ofte me drowe amys,
And torned me, lorde, clene fro the.
Now, kyng crouned in heuen blys,
Parce michi, domine!
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