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¶ Man, I can do þe erþe to shake, [folio 109b]
Wiþ flood and drowtes distroye ȝoure wele.
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I chastise erþe; ȝe sample take:
I may sle, ȝeue lyf and hele,
ffyre and thonder fro heuene make;
Nes non fro my strokes may stele.
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At domesday do ȝow alle quake
Whan ȝoure owen werkis wole ȝow apele;
Þanne knaue, beggere, pore broþelyng,
May apere wiþ pape and wiþ kyng.
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Þere shal non reuerence haue,
Ne mercy, þouȝ þey wolde craue.
Here dedis shal hem deme, or saue.
Þan alle to me shal ȝelde rekenyng.
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¶ Man, þe worldis good is myn;
How þou it spende tak good hede.
Hit is myn, and not þyn,
No more þan þou hast of nede;
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Not to fostre þe as a swyn,
Þy foule flesche in fylþe to fede,
And leue þe pore in hunger and pyn,
And fynde hem noþer foode ne wede.
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And pore folk on þy defaute dyȝe,
Wiþ diues in pyne þou shalt lyȝe;
ffor þou shuld ȝeue, god dede þe sende.
Tak kep how þou it spende;
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ffor þat leueþ þe byhende,
Þow mon rekene, or þe abyȝe.
XI. God & man ben made atte on. [[Easter, 1412]]
[Digby 102, leaf 109, back.] (15 stanzas of 8, abab, bcbc.)
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Glade in god, þis solempne fest,
Now Alleluya is vnloken.
Þenkeþ how god, lest and mest,
On oure enemys haþ vs wroken,
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