Þat y am god, ȝe shal knowe ryȝt;
Nes non bot I, endeles long.
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Ȝe may not serue two lordis to plese,
ffede fatte shep in greceles lese.
Þat plesen me, ȝe holde hem nys;
Þat gyleþ þe world, ȝe holde hem wys.
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Ȝe may not wynne, wiþ ȝoure delys,
Here and in heuene boþe, ȝoure ese.
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¶ In this world, to folk ful fele
Goddis wordis þis myȝt be:
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Man, þou serued me not in þi wele;
Why shulde y knowe þi pouerte?
Þou loued me not in þi hele;
In syknes why shulde y rewe þe?
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Fro my comaundement þou dede stele:
Of hem þou serued, fong þy fee!
Ȝet, o god, þe fader of blysse,
Þe holy gost salueþ soule syknesse.
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Þouȝ we agylte þe godhed,
Mercy moueþ þe manhed,
ffor loue of his breþered,
Ȝeue mercy to mekenesse!
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¶ Ȝif man ligge long in synne,
And wilfully fleeþ fro grace,
To sharpe my wreche y wole bygynne,
Take vengeaunce for his trespas.
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His enemys, I wole leten hem ynne,
As bestes in forestes, ȝow to chas.
For drede ȝe shal nowhere wynne,
But fynde my wraþþe byfore here face.
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I saued moyses in þe rede see,
Ionas in whales wombe dayes þre;
Þre children in þe fyre so rede.
Dauyd slow golyas to dede.
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Do ȝe þe lawe þat y hem bede,
And ȝe shal haue þe same degre.
