Ne serue god in loue and drede,
Is heretyk out of fay.
After ȝoure werkis, ressayue þy mede;
Þerof mon be no iour delay.
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¶ Thouȝ worldis richesse on þe falle,
And wolde gon bytwen god and þe,
Suffre not þy soule be þralle;
þenk, god bouȝt it to make þe fre.
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Þouȝ þy mayster a tyraunt be,
ffro goddis lawe wolde say nay,
Do as [thapostle] Poule bad þe:
Abyde, and suffre wiþ iour delay.
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¶ Man, þou wost wel þou shalt dyȝe;
What deþ, ne where, þou nost whenne.
And synnes wolde þy soule nyȝe,
Ay more and more rerage we renne,
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And sodeyn deþ nyl no man kenne.
I rede we drede domesday;
Be euene wiþ world er ȝe gon henne,
ffor þere schal be no iour delay.
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IX. With god of loue & pes, ȝe trete.
[Easter, 1410.] [Digby 102, leaf 106, back.] [24 stanzas of 8, abab, bcbc.]
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This holy tyme make ȝow clene,
Burnysche bryȝt ȝoure soules blake.
ffro ȝow to god, let þe prest be mene.
To do penaunce, and synnes forsake,
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Wiþ almes dede amendes make,
And repentaunce may grace gete.
In goode werkis wysely wake,
And wiþ god of pes, y rede ȝe trete.
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