Suffre pyne for þe, me nedid nouȝt,
In hed, in hand, in foot, ne ton.
Ȝoure gyltis y bare in herte and þouȝt,
I made my fadir and ȝow at on.
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¶ Sum of my kyndenes, ȝe myȝte me quyte.
Do þre wordis of my comandement:
My name, my pyle take not in despite;
Rule wel þy selue in good atent.
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Thow nost how sone be after sent,
To ȝelde rekenyng of goddis lon.
The rolles of rerage þe fendis han brent,
ffor god and man is wel at on.
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¶ And þou me loued, þou wolde me leue,
And do my lawe, and holde it trewe.
How myȝtest þou me more repreue
Þan leue my lawe, and tak[e] newe?
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Þy vyces wole make þy soule to rewe:
In derkenes neuere sonne shon;
Vertues shyne bryȝt of hewe.
Holde goddis lawe, ȝe ben at on.
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XII. God saue the kyng, and kepe the croun.
[Easter, 1413.] [Digby 102, leaf 110, back.] [19 stanzas of 8, abab, bcbc.]
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Glade in god, call hom ȝoure herte,
In ioye and blisse ȝoure merþe encres,
And kepe goddis lawe in querte;
Þes holy tyme, lete sorwe ases.
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Among oure self, god sende vs pes!
Þerto eche man be boun:
To letten fooles of here res,
Stonde wiþ þe kyng, mayntene þe croun.
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