To lityl whyle y was here gest.
My loue y loste, y make my mon.
Let god now lengere wiþ ȝow rest,
Now god and man is wel at on.
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¶ Folk þat were fendis fere,
Sulpid in synne derk as nyȝt,
Now are þey fayre angels pere,
As shynyng sune in goddis syȝt.
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Ȝe haue resceyued ȝoure god of myȝt,
Ayþer in oþer, ȝoure wille is on.
Ȝoure hertys were heuy, þey may be liȝt;
Glade in god, ȝe ben at on.
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¶ Man, and ȝe holde my lawe,
All þyn enemys shal þe drede;
And þou stonde of me non awe,
Þyn enemys outeray þe in dede.
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For þere as I my frendis lede,
Þey shul not sporne at stok ne ston.
In all here werkis þey shal wel spede,
Ȝif god and man be wel at on.
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¶ Myn enemys, y shal reue here syȝt,
Ȝeue syknes and drede, pouert and wo;
My frendis, y ȝeue syȝt and myȝt,
Richesse, strengþe ouer here foo;
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Hem thar not drede, where þey go,
Here wele and worschip, in euery won.
Siþ ȝe be syker, kepe ȝow so.
Now god and ȝe are [folio 110b] wel at on.
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¶ Man, y aske no þyng of þyn.
For loue, my loued in helle y souȝt.
Ȝeue me þy loue, þy soule is myn;
Or ȝeue it hym þat it [[MS. haþ it]] derrere bouȝt.
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