Hit were hard þere to dwelle,
Wiþ helle houndis stonde to bay."
Synne mon be punsched, as saiþ þe gospelle;
þerof mon be no iour delay.
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¶ That ouere puple haue astate,
Colege or eny oþer degre,
Mayntene no debate
ffor synguler profyt of temperalte.
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Ȝoure rule is groundid in charyte,
As liȝt of lanterne to lede þe way.
To gouerne þe puple in vnyte,
God bad hem make no iour delay.
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¶ Beter is litel ryȝtwys wonne,
Þere-of among þe pore to dele,
Þan ouer moche geten wiþ synne,
Wiþouten desert take pore mennys wele,
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And helpe not þe soule to hele,
But crye in pyne wey-laway.
Þe soules þe curatours wole apele
To answere of here iour delay.
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¶ Why ressayue ȝe worschipe þat ȝe haue?
ffor ȝoure vertues, or for ȝoure vys?
And ȝe ful worschip saue,
In word and werk ȝe mot be wys.
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Þis worldly wysdom is gostly nys,
Whan werk acordeþ not wiþ wordis ȝe say.
Heuene blys, and þis worldis delys,
Þat on wil make iour delay.
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¶ Thow may not knowe a cristen man
Þouȝ þou here hym say his crede.
Þe ten comaundementis tan,
And speke, and do not þe dede,
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