Page 1: 110
Ms. Vernon (Bodl. Eng. poet a.)
Hit was an holi mon and bi-souȝte god sende him grace such vertues for to vse þat weore best to lyf and to soule. Þenne apeered vr lord Ihesus godes sone to him and seide: // «Ȝif þin herte to me and þin almus to þe pore mon for þe loue of me: and hit schal lyke me betere þen þauh þou ȝiue al þe gold of þis world aftur þi day. // Weop a ter wiþ þin eiȝe, þenk on my passion: and hit schal lyke me bettere þen þow weope as muche watur as is in þe séé for anger and for teone of los of worldes catel. // Forbere a wikked word of þin euen-cristen: and hit schal lyke me bettere þen þou beote þi-self wiþ as mony roddes as grouweþ on an acre of londe. // Keep þe out of dedly synne wiþ al þi miȝt: and hit schal lyke me bettre þen þou founde Niȝene knihtes werryng vppon Saraȝynes, euer-more liggyng aboute my sepulcre. // Haue reuþe and pite of þin euencristne: and hit schal lyke me bettre þen þou faste fourti wynter þreo dayes in þe wike to bred and to watur. // Visyte þe pore and þe seke, spekyng alle goodnes: and hit schal lyke me bettre þen þou go bare-foot to þe wei rennyng blod on þi feete. // Do no wrong to no mon, nouþur harm ne schome: and hit schal lyke me bettre þen þow eueri day maade a newe churche. // Tel to me al þi wille, and leeue þat I am almihti al goodnesse to fulfille: and hit schal lyke me bettere þen þou preyed my moder and al þe halewes of heuene