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Þen sauȝ poul a serwȝful siht—
And he loked þer forþ riht:
An Old mon sat þer wepynge
Bi-twene four deueles foul ȝellynge.
And he loked þer forþ riht:
An Old mon sat þer wepynge
Bi-twene four deueles foul ȝellynge.
Poul asked what he was.
And þe Angel seide in plas:
“He was Neclygent aȝeynes forbod
And kepte not þe lawes of God,
He nas not chast of bodi i-souȝt
Ne of herte ne of his þouȝt,
But euer he was Couetous,
Proud of herte and contrarius;
Þerof nolde he him not schriue
Ne do no penaunce bi his lyue,
Þerfore he schal beo pyned ay
Wiþ-outen Noumbre til domus-day.”
And þe Angel seide in plas:
“He was Neclygent aȝeynes forbod
And kepte not þe lawes of God,
He nas not chast of bodi i-souȝt
Ne of herte ne of his þouȝt,
But euer he was Couetous,
Proud of herte and contrarius;
Þerof nolde he him not schriue
Ne do no penaunce bi his lyue,
Þerfore he schal beo pyned ay
Wiþ-outen Noumbre til domus-day.”
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