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Ms. Harley 1704
[folio 48b]It was an holy man besought god to send hym grace to teche soch vertues for to vse that were best to lyf and to soule. / «Yef thyn hert to me and a peny to the pore for the loue of me: and it shall like me better þan þou yeue all the good of þis world after thy day. / Veppe a tere with thyn eye þenkyng on my passione: & it shall like me better þan þou wepte also moch water as is in the see for anger or for tene of los of worldis Catell. / For-bere a wicked word fro thyn euen-Cristen: & it shall like me better þan þou bete thy-self with all-so monye Roddis as growen in an acre londe. / Kepe the oute of synne with all thi myght: and it shall like me better þan þou fynd IX knyghtes werryng vppon the Sareȝens, euer-more lying aboute my sepulcre: þan þou for to lie in synne. / Haue rewth and pite on thy euen-Cristene: & it shal like me better þan þou fastid xlti wynter III dayes in the woke bred and water. / Visite the pore and the sike, spekyng all goodnesse: and it shall like me better þan þou goo barefote that þe waye renne blod after thy feet. / Do no wrong to no mane, nether harme ne shame: and it shal like me better þen þou eueryday make a newe Chyrch. / Tell to me all thy will, and beleue wele that I am al-myghti god and all goodnesse to fulfill: and it shal like me better þen my moder & all alowene