(11)
¶ Man, of his owen, nouȝten haue;
Al is goddis, and he it lent.
Þerof god wole rekenyng craue,
How þou it wan, held, and spent;
Line 84
Þy leste þouȝt, and what it ment;
Trouþe, [folio 105b] and lesyng þou dede liȝe;
And ȝet þy soule is goddis rent:
So quyte þat wel, lerne to diȝe.
Line 88
(12)
¶ Whanne þou dest þyn almesdede,
Crie god mercie it is so lite.
To counte þy richesse þou myȝt haue drede,
In partye of payment so litel quyte.
Line 92
Þouȝ þou do mys, god nyl not flyte
Ne þrete þe ones ne twyȝe;
Body and soule he can smyte.
Man, drede god, so lerne to dyȝe.
Line 96
(13)
¶ Man, synne not in ouerhope,
Þou wynnest not goddis mercy wiþ fiȝt;
Hit wolde brynge þe in-to wanhope,
To wene no mercy þou haue ne myȝt.
Line 100
Goddis mercy is medled wiþ his ryȝt,
And fro ryȝt, god nyl not plyȝe;
After þe dede, þe doom is dyȝt.
Man, knowe þis wile er þou dyȝe.
Line 104
(14)
¶ Eche dedly synne is a dedly knyf.
Why loue men þanne so ofte to synne?
Eche vertue is a plastre of lyf.
He haþ fre wille; lese, or wynne.
Line 108
To salue ȝoure sores now begynne;
Þe holigost ȝoure grace gyȝe.
Siþ body and soule mon parte o twynne,
To saue þy soule, lerne to dyȝe.
Line 112
