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161. Beware the Pains of Purgatory
Peas I hier a voyce saith man thou shalt dye
Remembre the paynes of Purgatorie.
Remembre the paynes of Purgatorie.
Why sittist thou so syngyng, þenkyst þou nothyng,
Þat who-so best hoppith at laste shal haue the ryng?
Remembre thy maker and pray to that kyng,
To that blisse that he bought þe vnto, þe bryng.
Thou shalt aby, this worlde defygh. Pes, I hier a voice.
Þat who-so best hoppith at laste shal haue the ryng?
Remembre thy maker and pray to that kyng,
To that blisse that he bought þe vnto, þe bryng.
Thou shalt aby, this worlde defygh. Pes, I hier a voice.
I prove þe by Reason that thou art vnkynde,
He that deid afore þe is clene oute of thy mynde.
Thy frendis afore the—why art þou so blynde?—
In purgatory paynyng, there shalt thow them fynde.
With doolefull cry, þou shalt aby, þis world defygh. Peas.
He that deid afore þe is clene oute of thy mynde.
Thy frendis afore the—why art þou so blynde?—
In purgatory paynyng, there shalt thow them fynde.
With doolefull cry, þou shalt aby, þis world defygh. Peas.
Man, compasse in saying, in mynde Every delle,
And pray for the soules so grete paynes fele,
In purgatory paynyng their sorowys to keele,
Thy-self in no wors cas and þis it is weele,
This worlde defygh, thou shalt abye. Peas, I hier a.
And pray for the soules so grete paynes fele,
In purgatory paynyng their sorowys to keele,
Thy-self in no wors cas and þis it is weele,
This worlde defygh, thou shalt abye. Peas, I hier a.
I haue herd this voice wele, mary, fulle of grace,
Spekith it to me, þo I will high me A-paas
To the Chirche, me to amende, lady, pray for space.
Lorde, leste I come to late ye alas, alas! I fere me I,
With doulfull cry, I shall aby. This worlde despygh. Pees.
Spekith it to me, þo I will high me A-paas
To the Chirche, me to amende, lady, pray for space.
Lorde, leste I come to late ye alas, alas! I fere me I,
With doulfull cry, I shall aby. This worlde despygh. Pees.
A! now am I thorugh þat dey shall I thanne,
But yit, gentil neyghbere, tell me where or whane.
Or where shall I become? why spekist þou not, man?
Is there no Creature þat answere me cane?
Now god me guy, I fere me I, with dulfull cry, I shal aby, þis world defygh.
But yit, gentil neyghbere, tell me where or whane.
Or where shall I become? why spekist þou not, man?
Is there no Creature þat answere me cane?
Now god me guy, I fere me I, with dulfull cry, I shal aby, þis world defygh.
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Than see I right wele ther is no way butt oone,
Now helpe me, deere lady, Kateryn, and John,
Cristofer & George, myne avowries, echone!
Of the nombre dampned see that I be noone.
Pray for me high. Now god me guy, I fere me I,
With dulfull cry, I shall aby. This world defygh, Pies, I hier.
Now helpe me, deere lady, Kateryn, and John,
Cristofer & George, myne avowries, echone!
Of the nombre dampned see that I be noone.
Pray for me high. Now god me guy, I fere me I,
With dulfull cry, I shall aby. This world defygh, Pies, I hier.
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