For who so loueþ þere god doþ hate,
Is bersell to his owen flon.
We ben vnkynde, wiþ god debate,
ffor euere he profreþ to ben at on.
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¶ The fyfte sawȝtnyng, synne refuse.
Let eche man haue þat shulde ben his.
On mannys syde, repentaunce doþ rise,
And on goddis syde, mercy is;
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Þay treteþ of pynes and of blis.
Repentaunce makeþ wepyng mon.
When repentaunce and mercy kys,
Þan is god and man at on.
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¶ Thow made not þy self; god dede þe make,
Put soule of resoun in flesche so frele.
God can leue, god can take,
Richesse, strengþ, fayrnesse, and hele.
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He is victorye in batayles fele,
Can sle soule, blod, and bon.
Nes non fro his strokes may stele.
Glade in god, ȝe ben at on.
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¶ God ȝaf erþe to mankynde,
And heuene to hem þat wole be wys,
Þat holden his lawe, haue hym in mynde;
And helle to hem þat wole be nys.
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In oure fre wille, þe choys it lys,
Heuene, or helle, to haue that on.
In heuene, and ȝe wole haue delys,
Let body and soule be wel at on.
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¶ God may say, fern ȝere, folk were fayn
To resceyue me ymydde here brest;
On morwe þey put me out aȝayn;
In my palays þey made þe fendis nest.
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