Crist his postles tauȝt in speche [[nota]]
ffro worldis worschip to wende a-way,
Gostly and bodyly þe soules to leche,
And bad hem make no iour delay.
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¶ Worldis good nes not holichirche;
Richesse and worschep y ȝow forbede.
Þe folkis cherche, in hem ȝe worche;
Here noo oþer to don þy dede.
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Þat doþ þe dede, is worþy mede.
Þou mayst not serue two lordis to pay;
Þat on he serueþ in loue and drede,
Þat oþere he serueþ wiþ iour delay.
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¶ Who ressayueþ benefys for richesse and ese
To haue his lyuyng in sykernes
Raþere þan serue god to plese,
He ressayueþ hit o mys.
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ffor riȝt [folio 106a] as Iudas dede kys
Ihesus, and after, hym betray,
So þey gyle þe soules fro blisse,
Of goddis seruyce make iour delay.
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¶ Many seyn, "god is so wys,
Endeles ful of all mercy;
God nyl not, þouȝ y be nys,
Lese me þurgh myn owen foly;
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So dere god mankynde dede bye;
What greueþ god, þouȝ y go gay?"
Þat synnen in ouerhope, in helle mon lyȝe;
Þere-of mon be non iour delay.
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¶ Many wole say, þat leue vneuene,
"And it were soþ þat clerkis telle,
ffewe folkes shulde come in heuene,
So fele as shulde renne hedlyng to helle,
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