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Here begynneth a boke of a Ghoostly fader/that confesseth his Ghoostly chylde/the whiche speketh fyrst of the .vii. deedly synnes/and after of the cyrcumstaunce that to them belongeth.
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Jhesu
Cryst heuen kynge
Sende all them good endynge
That on this werke wyll rede or loke
Gyue atendaūce here or correcte this boke
The whiche is of the synnes seuen
Dysapoyntynge many soules frome heuen
And of the remedyes and the cyrcumstaunce
Of this is the chefe substaunce
And howe thou shalte thyselfe shryue
Of euery thynge thy conscyence dothe greue.
If thy soule be out of synne whiche is treason.
To shewe of his beaute it passeth my reason
But and it be in synne and purpose there to abyde.
Without helpe to helle it wyll glyde.
This is trewe and a Iuste case
Eeuery thynge wyll to his naturall place.
Ensample of the same take a feder
Caste it frome the an hyghe in the weder
Thoughe it be lyght and byde there a season
It cometh agayne to ye erth yu may preue by reason.
So the lenger a soule is in contynuaunce.
The further fro god and the nerer to vengeaunce.
The furthest place from god is the dungeon of hell
Upon this thou mayst bothe bye and sell.
Whiche is a place naturall for synners and synne.
There to abyde euer and neuer to blynne
And thou trust vpon longe lyfe & to amende in aege
I rede the beware of this terryble cage
If sodayne dethe come and take the than
Whether shall thy soule thou synfull man.
Leue synne sone or synne leue the
Come to thy ghostly fader and saye (Benedicite)
And be thy synnes neuer so grete and many
Neuer mystrust our sauyours mercy
The mercy of god it passeth all thynge.
As I fynde in holy wrytynge.
(Sicut sintilla ignis in medio maris noli)
(I ta iniquitas viri in misericordia dei.)
Loke howe a sparcle of fyre is quenched in the see.
So is all a mannes synnes and iniquyte
In our lordes mercy and more redy to forgyue
Then thou to aske mecy/this I do preue
Therfore sone in ony thynge thou couthe
Shewe thy confessyon with thyne owne mouthe
For yf a surgean haue an hurte man in cure
He must knowe the wounde iuste and sure
Wherwith it was hurte/and in what place it is
And than maye he helpe hym by good practys
Therfore sone spare thou nought
If ony synne thou haue wrought
And I wyll mynystre medysens sure and sole
That shall make the parfytely hole
And bycause thou arte not lerned I saye than
I wyl helpe the and I can
And there as thou fyndest thyselfe gylty
Holde vp thy handes and aske god mercy.
Sende all them good endynge
That on this werke wyll rede or loke
Gyue atendaūce here or correcte this boke
The whiche is of the synnes seuen
Dysapoyntynge many soules frome heuen
And of the remedyes and the cyrcumstaunce
Of this is the chefe substaunce
And howe thou shalte thyselfe shryue
Of euery thynge thy conscyence dothe greue.
If thy soule be out of synne whiche is treason.
To shewe of his beaute it passeth my reason
But and it be in synne and purpose there to abyde.
Without helpe to helle it wyll glyde.
This is trewe and a Iuste case
Eeuery thynge wyll to his naturall place.
Ensample of the same take a feder
Caste it frome the an hyghe in the weder
Thoughe it be lyght and byde there a season
It cometh agayne to ye erth yu may preue by reason.
So the lenger a soule is in contynuaunce.
The further fro god and the nerer to vengeaunce.
The furthest place from god is the dungeon of hell
Upon this thou mayst bothe bye and sell.
Whiche is a place naturall for synners and synne.
There to abyde euer and neuer to blynne
And thou trust vpon longe lyfe & to amende in aege
I rede the beware of this terryble cage
If sodayne dethe come and take the than
Whether shall thy soule thou synfull man.
Come to thy ghostly fader and saye (Benedicite)
And be thy synnes neuer so grete and many
Neuer mystrust our sauyours mercy
The mercy of god it passeth all thynge.
As I fynde in holy wrytynge.
(Sicut sintilla ignis in medio maris noli)
(I ta iniquitas viri in misericordia dei.)
Loke howe a sparcle of fyre is quenched in the see.
So is all a mannes synnes and iniquyte
In our lordes mercy and more redy to forgyue
Then thou to aske mecy/this I do preue
Therfore sone in ony thynge thou couthe
Shewe thy confessyon with thyne owne mouthe
For yf a surgean haue an hurte man in cure
He must knowe the wounde iuste and sure
Wherwith it was hurte/and in what place it is
And than maye he helpe hym by good practys
Therfore sone spare thou nought
If ony synne thou haue wrought
And I wyll mynystre medysens sure and sole
That shall make the parfytely hole
And bycause thou arte not lerned I saye than
I wyl helpe the and I can
And there as thou fyndest thyselfe gylty
Holde vp thy handes and aske god mercy.
Of pryde to the I wyll begyn
Haste thou sone synned therin.
Haste thou ony tyme wyttyngly.
Wrathed thy god greuously
Haste thou ben inobedyente.
Agaynst goddes commaundemente
Haste thou by pryde set at naught.
Hym that hathe the good taught
Haste thou ony tyme boost made
Of ony thynge thou haste hade
Of vertue/of connynge or of wyt
whiche god hymselfe sende the hyt.
Or of chylde father or mother
Of kynne syster or of brother
Of theyr inherytaunce fame or mode.
Or because they haue had moche good
Of catayll of golde and syluer also
Of place of housholde wt purtenaūce therto.
Haste thou thyne owne gylte forsaken.
And to another the blame taken
Haste thou fayned thyselfe holy
To hypocrysy and to foly
In trust that it sholde be hyde.
Thy foule synne and thy foule pryde
Haste thou ony tyme by vayne glory
Thought thyselfe so good and holy
That thou hast had grete dysdayne
Of thy neyghbours that thou hast sayne
Haste thou ben proude my sone I saye
Bycause thou hast ben stedfast in the faye.
Hast thou ony tyme taken on the
Ony good dede of charyte
That was another mannes doynge.
And of thyne no maner thynge
Hast thou oppressed thy neyghboure.
To gete the good and honoure
Hast thou shente his good fame
For to gete the a good name.
Haste thou also proude be
Of ony thynge god gaue the
For thy voyce was good and hye.
Or for thy wyt was good and slye
Or for thy heere was cryspe and longe.
Or for thou hast a reasonable tonge.
Or for thou arte myghty and stronge.
Or for thy body is fayre and longe
Or for thy flesshe is whyte and clene
None the lyke dost thou wene.
Haste thou be proude by strete or borde
Upon trust of lady or lorde.
Hast thou be proude of worshyp or good.
Or thou comest of grete blode
Hast thou ony tyme prouder the made
Of ony offyce chat thou hast hade
Hast thou be proude ghoostly
Tell me sone hardely
Of mekenes of pacyence or of pyte.
Of beaute of eloquence or of chastyte
And of other vertues many mo.
Sone hast thou synned in tho
Hast thou ony tyme with herte proute.
Anothers synne spoken oute
And thyne entencyon suche it was
That thy synne sholde seme the las.
Hast thou be proude and glad in thought.
Of ony synne that thou hast wrought
Hast thou be proude of ony guyse
Of ony thynge that thou dydest vse
Of party hosen or of pyked shone.
Or of garded clothes as foles done
Of landes of rentes or of gay howsynge
Of many seruauntes to thy byddynge
Or of horses fatte and rounde.
Or for thy goodes are saufe and sounde
Or for thou arte so myghty and ryche
That no neyghboure is the lyche.
Or yf thou be a crafty man
And canst more than another can
Haste thou be proude of tenyse playenge
Of daunsynge or of barre castynge.
If thou haue ben this maner proute.
Shryue the sone and tell it oute
Haste thou sone synned therin.
Haste thou ony tyme wyttyngly.
Wrathed thy god greuously
Agaynst goddes commaundemente
Haste thou by pryde set at naught.
Hym that hathe the good taught
Haste thou ony tyme boost made
Of ony thynge thou haste hade
Of vertue/of connynge or of wyt
whiche god hymselfe sende the hyt.
Or of chylde father or mother
Of kynne syster or of brother
Of theyr inherytaunce fame or mode.
Or because they haue had moche good
Of catayll of golde and syluer also
Of place of housholde wt purtenaūce therto.
Haste thou thyne owne gylte forsaken.
And to another the blame taken
Haste thou fayned thyselfe holy
To hypocrysy and to foly
In trust that it sholde be hyde.
Thy foule synne and thy foule pryde
Haste thou ony tyme by vayne glory
Thought thyselfe so good and holy
That thou hast had grete dysdayne
Of thy neyghbours that thou hast sayne
Haste thou ben proude my sone I saye
Bycause thou hast ben stedfast in the faye.
Hast thou ony tyme taken on the
Ony good dede of charyte
That was another mannes doynge.
And of thyne no maner thynge
To gete the good and honoure
Hast thou shente his good fame
For to gete the a good name.
Haste thou also proude be
Of ony thynge god gaue the
For thy voyce was good and hye.
Or for thy wyt was good and slye
Or for thy heere was cryspe and longe.
Or for thou hast a reasonable tonge.
Or for thou arte myghty and stronge.
Or for thy body is fayre and longe
Or for thy flesshe is whyte and clene
None the lyke dost thou wene.
Haste thou be proude by strete or borde
Upon trust of lady or lorde.
Hast thou be proude of worshyp or good.
Or thou comest of grete blode
Hast thou ony tyme prouder the made
Of ony offyce chat thou hast hade
Hast thou be proude ghoostly
Tell me sone hardely
Of mekenes of pacyence or of pyte.
Of beaute of eloquence or of chastyte
And of other vertues many mo.
Sone hast thou synned in tho
Hast thou ony tyme with herte proute.
Anothers synne spoken oute
And thyne entencyon suche it was
That thy synne sholde seme the las.
Of ony synne that thou hast wrought
Hast thou be proude of ony guyse
Of ony thynge that thou dydest vse
Of party hosen or of pyked shone.
Or of garded clothes as foles done
Of landes of rentes or of gay howsynge
Of many seruauntes to thy byddynge
Or of horses fatte and rounde.
Or for thy goodes are saufe and sounde
Or for thou arte so myghty and ryche
That no neyghboure is the lyche.
Or yf thou be a crafty man
And canst more than another can
Haste thou be proude of tenyse playenge
Of daunsynge or of barre castynge.
If thou haue ben this maner proute.
Shryue the sone and tell it oute
Of Enuye.
The seconde synne in ordre verylyIs the foule synne of Enuy.
Hast thou ben euermore grutchynge.
Agaynst god for ony thynge
Hast thou ben in herte glad.
When thy neyghboure hathe harme had
Hast thou had in herte grefe.
Of his good and his relefe
Hast thou be glad and mery
Or hast thou ben sory and madde
When he hathe ben mery and gladde.
Or that the worlde standeth not with the.
As dothe with hym in no degre.
Or bycause he hathe shepe and fell
Horse kyne or other catell.
Corne grasse haye to mowe
Wode or pasture more then thowe
Remembre sone the chaunce and course.
Thoughe he be ryche what arte yu ye worse.
And thou be poore and thy good go awaye.
Thou canst not passe from Ioye vnto Ioye
Thanke god of pouerte and fle from seuen.
And yu shalte enheryte ye kyngdome of heuē
He that hathe good hathe grete cure
Of this I fynde in holy scrypture.
Sanitas continua & rerum habundantia
Sunt eterne dampnationis iudicia
When a mānes herte is on his good annexte
Therin is grete Ieoperdy as sayth ye texte.
Hast yu noyed thy neygbour by ony chaūce
For ony promocyon that dyde hym auaunce
Or because he behaueth hȳselfe amōge mē
And better in fauoure then thou ken
With his mayster lorde or kynge
Or hathe more then thou of chepynge.
Or that he is more able then thowe
To all maner grace or prowe.
Haste thou in hele or sykenesse
A yenst thy neyghboure free or bonde
And madest hym lese good or londe
Haste thou enuyed thyne vnderlynge
For he was good and thryuynge
Or lest he wolde passe the
In vertue or ony other degre.
Haste thou for hate or enuye
Holpen or counsayled for tolye
Or ony man for to defame.
Or for to stroye his good name
Haste thou bakbyted thy neyghbore
For to make hym fare the wore.
Haste thou reysed ony debate
Amonges they neyghbours for ony hate
Haste thou spared for enuye
To teche a man his harme to flye.
Whan thou myghtest by thy warnynge
Haue hym saued from his harmynge
And ony other thynge come to thy mynde
Shewe it forth leue none behynde.
And what thou hast more in thy thought.
Shryue the sone and spare it nought
Of Couetyse.
The thyrde synne without myseIs the synne of Couetyse
Haste thou man in ony wyse.
By wronge and couetyse
Of his house good or londe.
And by strength & extorcyō kepest possessyō
And makest therof no maner restytucyon
O mortall man remebre this chaunce
Before god it asketh vengeaunce
Et non deletur peccatum
Nisi restituatur oblatum.
Thus in scrypture I haue it founde.
And in englysshe I wyll it expounde
A man of his synne can haue no remyssyon.
Unto suche tyme he haue made restytucyō.
Haste thou lyen by waye or by strete
There thy neyghboure for to mete.
And thyne entencyon suche it was
To robbe hym of his good more and las
Or hast broken his house by daye or nyght
And caryed his good out of his syght
Doynge so thou wylte be shente.
It is agaynst goddes commaundemente.
Hast thou borne out of chyrche or chyrchay.
Ony thynge ye or naye
As golde and syluer or ony other wede
Thou standest accursed in the dede.
Usury or okur bothe be none.
Doste thou vse ony of those or none
This is a synne full greuous
Before our sauyoure Ihesus.
God taketh moche on greffe
To sell a man in his myscheffe
Well I knowe vsury it is
And to lende .xii. pens and to haue thyrtene
This is vsury as I wene
At syses sessyons haste thou ben thare.
To put thy neyghboure to trouble and care.
So by thy couetyse mynde extorcyon and strength
Some wynnynge thou hast had therof at lengthe
Hast thou vsed wt mesures or weyghtes to by & sell
And thou haue I charge the to tell.
And as trewe as I am a man
I wyll helpe the and I can.
Haste thou coueted ony mannes doughter or wyfe.
With them to lyue a synfull lyfe
His hors his catell or other good lo
Of the whiche thou hast had no ryght therto.
By cursed couetyse and vngracyous wyght
Not carynge howe thou haddest come by hit
Hast thou on thy good thy mynde set in ordynatly
And not sayd to god for it gramercy
Remembre the story in holy wrytynge
Of Dyues the ryche man and of his lyuynge
Whose soule is nowe in hell full lowe
And wherfore was it as you trowe
As sure and as trewe as I wrote this verse
It was for the cause I dyde reherse
He wolde not for the loue of swete Ihesus.
Helpe nor socoure the poore man Lazarus.
With his goodes lesse nor more
Nor no poore man at his dore.
And curseth the tyme that borne he was.
Alas/alas be ware by me.
Quante sunt tenebre
The derkenes of hell as trewe as is the crede.
Men maye fele it as I rede.
Haste thou ben couetyse/or ben tysynge
Withdrawynge thy duety as offrynge or tythynge
The whiche thou knowest is thy dewe
Of euery thynge that dothe renewe
Bothe of small and of greate
Of shepe of swyne or of neate.
Outher of goodes in thy possessyon hauynge
Haste thou spended them in myslyuynge
I se not but before god as moche synne is
To myspende thy good as to wynne it amys.
Beynge in ony of these daungers shewe it oute
I wyll helpe the without doute
So that thou wylte be ruled and do well
Somwhat after my counsell.
Of the synne of wrathe.
Wrathe than is the fourth synneAnd grete Ieoperdy to slepe therin.
Haste thou ony tyme in thy desyre
In thy malyce and in thy yre.
That at thy pleasure/and for thy sake.
Uengeaunce vpon man or beest sholde be take.
Hast thou in thy malyce yre and werke
Or on thy neyghboure/in cyte or shyre
Otherwyse then good ordre wyll requyre.
On wyfe chylde or seruaunte.
Beynge with the in seruyce or conaunte
So sore peraduenture thou dydest them streke.
That synewe or bone thou dedest breke
Or so sore hathe ben theyr correccyon.
That terme of theyr lyues hath thought the on.
If thou haue done so do not blynne
Shryue the sone for it is synne
Haste thou in wrath made ony debate
Amonges neyghbours or estate
Shewe me sone and do not skof
And what inconuenyence cometh therof
Haste thou in malyce ony tyme or ofte.
Thy ghoostly fader set at noughte
And hym rebuked in house or bordres
Or ony other within holy ordres.
Hast thou ben dysobedyent vnto father or mother
Unto thy father in aege or suche other
And whan they haue the good taughte
In thy malyce sette them at naughte
This is the Iuste and veramente
Agaynst the fourthe commaundemente
Thou sholdest not sone in no wyse.
Stere them to wrathe nor yet to malyce
But them to worshyppe and honoure
To them knele and also coure.
And them to soccure in tyme of nede
And thē not to begyle of goodes nor landes
Nor to laye on them vyolent handes
Doynge thus this is thy mede
Thou arte accursed in very dede
And canst not be assoyled Iust and sure
But of hym that hath the bysshops powre.
Doste thou in thy malyce or in thy fume
The goodes of god them consume
In sekynge counsayle of men of lawe
When thy matter is not worth a strawe
But as who sayth I wyll do this.
I tell the sone thou dost amys
Thou sholdest forgyue in thy herte fre
All those that dothe offende the.
Haste thou troubled ony prest or clerke
That were busy in good werke
Cryst hymselfe calleth this house.
The chyrche truely his owne spouse
The whiche is made for nought elles
But for prayer as the boke telles
There thou sholdest gete thyne ynne
To praye and wepe for thy synne
Haste thou for malyce or ony tyme besyde
Used wytchcrafte by ony tyde
He that byleueth in the faye
Must leue it by ye and naye
For it is a mynde of the deuyll
Causynge the people to do euyll.
And suche byleue maketh them haue
So with charmes and with tell
They be brought agayne to hell.
Thus with the deuyll they be blynde.
And in theyr fayth ferre behynde
Haste thou vsed by wrathe or meuynge
Ony grete othes or blasphemynge
To swere or curse dost thou not care.
I rede the sone of this beware
Where swerynge is vsed without drede
Uēgeaūce is there hāgyng as heuy as lede
And but thou amende thy lyfe ere.
It wyll fell on thyselfe or thy louere.
Hast yu in thy malyce hurte thy neyghbour
Of his good name fame or honoure.
His good or catayll by waye or strete
Or in ony other place thou dydest it mete
Hast thou ony tyme put or begon.
Wrōgfully thy neyghbour to his purgacyō
Thou art to blame suche werkes to werche
And accursed by holy chyrche
Hast thou taken from hym his good fame
Or called hym by ony nycke name
As traytoure thefe or ony other syche.
Shryue the sone I am a lyche
I am here sone in goddes stede.
I maye helpe the do not drede,
And as truely as euer mā dranke in dysshe
I wyll make the hole as ony fysshe
Somtyme though thou be wrath yu dost not offede
Of his vnthryfty and synfull lyfe.
With his neyghbours many other with his wyfe.
Irascimini et nolite precare so saythe the verse
And it be for yt cause or suche other as I dyd reherse
Of this synne nowe I speke no more.
Euery man knoweth his owne sore.
Of the synne of Slowthe
The
.v. synne then is Slowthe
Euen as the boke showthe
Haste thou ben flowe and take no hede
To teche thy godchyldren (Pater noster/& Crede.
Hast thou ben slowe for to here
Goddes seruyce when tyme were.
Haste thou come to chyrche late
And speke of synne by the gate
Haste thou ben slowe in goddes seruyce
Or trouble it by ony vyce.
Haste thou letted ony mon
That to chyrche wolde haue gone
Haste thou spoken ony rybawdry.
Within the chyrche or sentwary.
Hathe thyne herte ben wrathe and greate.
When goddes seruyce was sayd or treate.
Haste thou herde it to the ende
Or thou out of the chyrche wende
Haste thou vsed many wordes
Idell othes or nyse bordes.
And vsed there moche vanyte
And lefte Pater noster and Aue
No man of chyrche stonde shall.
Nor leue pyller nor to wall
But fayre on knees he sholde seet
And knele downe on the fleet
And praye to god with herte meke.
To gyue the grace and mercy eke
Haste thou gone by chyrche or chyrchorde
And for the deed prayed no worde
Dost thou ony tyme arre or wyrche.
Ayenst ye termynacyons of crystes chyrche.
Thou canste not be saued the boke sayth
But thou be stedfast in thy fayth
Hast thou sene a preest ayenst the cōmynge.
Goddes body with hym bryngynge
Haste thou sone without deuocyon
Upon the erth kneled downe
Fayre nor foule sholdest spare nought.
To worshyp hym that all hath wrought
That daye man mayst thou gladde be
That our fauyoure thou mayst se.
So moche good dothe that syght.
As saynt Austyn sheweth ryght
That daye thou seest goddes body.
Thou shalte haue these thynges sykerly
Meate and drynke at thy nede
And of thyne enemy nedes not drede
Idell othes and wordes lo
God forgyueth the also
Sodayne dethe the same daye.
On the shall not happen no naye
That same daye I the plyght
Thou shalte not lese thyne eye syght
And euery fote thou goste then
That blessyd syght for to kenne
They shall be tolde and stande instede
Truely sone at thy moost nede
Haste thou without deuocyon
Herde ony preoycacyon
Or hast thou gone elles where
Whan thou sholdest haue ben there
Hast thou ben slowe and lothe to fast
When thy herte theron dyde not cast
Hast thou ben slowe in ony degre
To do the werkes of charyte.
Haste thou holpen by daye or nyght
To bury the deed with all thy myght
Poore naked and also hungry
Haste thou socoured them mekely
Hast thou herte rewchehad
Of them that were nede bestad
To seke/sore/and to prysoners
And harboured also the wayfarers
Hast thou ben slowe and faynte in herte
To do penaunce for it dyde smerte
Or ony pylgrymage hast thou to do
That thou were Ioyned therto.
Hast thou begon ony dede
For goddes loue or soule mede
As prayers penaunce or fastynge
Or ony other holy thynge
And after were so slowe and faynte
That thy deuocyon was all quaynte
Hast thou slowe and faynte be
To helpe thy wyfe and thy meyne.
Of suche they haue nede therto
Saye yf thou haue so do.
Euen as the boke showthe
Haste thou ben flowe and take no hede
To teche thy godchyldren (Pater noster/& Crede.
Hast thou ben slowe for to here
Goddes seruyce when tyme were.
Haste thou come to chyrche late
And speke of synne by the gate
Haste thou ben slowe in goddes seruyce
Or trouble it by ony vyce.
Haste thou letted ony mon
That to chyrche wolde haue gone
Haste thou spoken ony rybawdry.
Within the chyrche or sentwary.
Hathe thyne herte ben wrathe and greate.
When goddes seruyce was sayd or treate.
Haste thou herde it to the ende
Or thou out of the chyrche wende
Haste thou vsed many wordes
Idell othes or nyse bordes.
And lefte Pater noster and Aue
No man of chyrche stonde shall.
Nor leue pyller nor to wall
But fayre on knees he sholde seet
And knele downe on the fleet
And praye to god with herte meke.
To gyue the grace and mercy eke
Haste thou gone by chyrche or chyrchorde
And for the deed prayed no worde
Dost thou ony tyme arre or wyrche.
Ayenst ye termynacyons of crystes chyrche.
Thou canste not be saued the boke sayth
But thou be stedfast in thy fayth
Hast thou sene a preest ayenst the cōmynge.
Goddes body with hym bryngynge
Haste thou sone without deuocyon
Upon the erth kneled downe
Fayre nor foule sholdest spare nought.
To worshyp hym that all hath wrought
That daye man mayst thou gladde be
That our fauyoure thou mayst se.
So moche good dothe that syght.
As saynt Austyn sheweth ryght
That daye thou seest goddes body.
Thou shalte haue these thynges sykerly
Meate and drynke at thy nede
And of thyne enemy nedes not drede
Idell othes and wordes lo
God forgyueth the also
On the shall not happen no naye
That same daye I the plyght
Thou shalte not lese thyne eye syght
And euery fote thou goste then
That blessyd syght for to kenne
They shall be tolde and stande instede
Truely sone at thy moost nede
Haste thou without deuocyon
Herde ony preoycacyon
Or hast thou gone elles where
Whan thou sholdest haue ben there
Hast thou ben slowe and lothe to fast
When thy herte theron dyde not cast
Hast thou ben slowe in ony degre
To do the werkes of charyte.
Haste thou holpen by daye or nyght
To bury the deed with all thy myght
Poore naked and also hungry
Haste thou socoured them mekely
Hast thou herte rewchehad
Of them that were nede bestad
To seke/sore/and to prysoners
And harboured also the wayfarers
Hast thou ben slowe and faynte in herte
To do penaunce for it dyde smerte
Or ony pylgrymage hast thou to do
That thou were Ioyned therto.
Hast thou begon ony dede
For goddes loue or soule mede
Or ony other holy thynge
And after were so slowe and faynte
That thy deuocyon was all quaynte
Hast thou slowe and faynte be
To helpe thy wyfe and thy meyne.
Of suche they haue nede therto
Saye yf thou haue so do.
If thou be seruaunt
Hast thou kepte thy conaunt
Hast thou be sharpe and busy
To serue thy mayster truely
Haste thou truely euery daye
Serued thy mete and thy paye
Hathe thy neyghboure trusted on the
To helpe the in ony degre
Haste thou for slowe and fayntyse.
Hym dysceyned in that wyse.
For to lende haste thou ben lothe
And for to paye haste thou ben wrothe
Arte thou wonte ouer corne to ryde.
When thou myghtest haue gone besyde
Haste thou lyfte vp sharde or lypyat
There beestes hathe gone in therat
Hathe slouthe so shente thy thought
That in to dyspayre it hathe be brought
And neuer myghtest none ende make
Of no good dede that thou dydest take
Hast thou for slouth, and for faynte
That all thy wyll hathe ben wente
And sought nought elles but lust and ease.
And all that wolde thy body please
I truste sone by my talkynge
Unto thy mynde call some thynge.
And I charge the be not a drede
But shewe it me in goddes stede.
I wyll the helpe by our sauyours sygne
And therto I laye my soule for thyne.
Hast thou kepte thy conaunt
Hast thou be sharpe and busy
To serue thy mayster truely
Haste thou truely euery daye
Serued thy mete and thy paye
Hathe thy neyghboure trusted on the
To helpe the in ony degre
Haste thou for slowe and fayntyse.
Hym dysceyned in that wyse.
For to lende haste thou ben lothe
And for to paye haste thou ben wrothe
Arte thou wonte ouer corne to ryde.
When thou myghtest haue gone besyde
Haste thou lyfte vp sharde or lypyat
There beestes hathe gone in therat
Hathe slouthe so shente thy thought
That in to dyspayre it hathe be brought
And neuer myghtest none ende make
Of no good dede that thou dydest take
Hast thou for slouth, and for faynte
That all thy wyll hathe ben wente
And all that wolde thy body please
I truste sone by my talkynge
Unto thy mynde call some thynge.
And I charge the be not a drede
But shewe it me in goddes stede.
I wyll the helpe by our sauyours sygne
And therto I laye my soule for thyne.
Of the synne of Glotony.
The syxte synne then is Glotony.A trewe promyter vnto Lechery.
And bycause the synne of glotony.
Is in experyence nowe dayly
Of it I wyll but a lytell spell.
For of it many man can tell.
The vse is nowe in cyte and dale.
Unreasonably to drynke wyne and ale
With hey howe fyll the pot by the eye
And this is called euery good company.
And to make of other as they arne.
Of goddes chyldren the deuyls barne
Haste thou fasted as thou sholdest do
Dayes that thou were Ioyned vnto
Haste thou broken ony fastynge daye.
If thou haue thou must it saye
Haste thou also for Glotony
Etynge or drynkynge to fyersly.
Haste thou eten or dronken more
Outher to erely or to late
Outher to swete or to delycate
And what tyme thou haste come to bed.
Full gedy and peuysshe hathe ben thy hed.
And many dayes after syke and ydell
Not able to serue god ne the worldell
If thou haue done this.
Shryue the sone for nede it is
Haste thou cherysshed thy body ofte.
In swete metes and clothes softe
Arte thou wonte to go to the nale
There to fyll thy foule male
And to drawe other with the
To bere the company in that degre.
And a gloton knewe whan he had ynough
Welth it were to his soule & ease the plough.
And cause corne to be better chepe
For they drynke whan other men slepe
Haste thou eten on the sondaye.
Without holy brede ye or naye
And ben ony tyme in company
Of cursed men tell me why
To socoure them with bodely fode.
Or to teche them for theyr gode
He that socoureth them in theyr malyce
Is accursed as they ben ywys.
More I sholde reherse but I leue it behynde
I wyll wryte it in verse/bere it in mynde
Quinque modis per gulam peccathomo
Certū stat quoth .v. modis gula dānate dante:
Dūnimiū comedit comedediperuen it horā
Ouerat delicias parat escas deliciose
Aut sumit auide quod non erat deliciosum
If thou haue ony more nowe in thy herte
Shewe it good sone breuely and smerte.
And be thou chylde wyfe or mon
I wyll gyue the thyne absolucyon.
Of the synne of Lechery.
The .vii. synne is Lechery last of all.Of it somwhat aske I shall
Haste thou synned in Lechery
Tell me sonne hardely.
And as sure as god made Peter & Poule
I haue auctoryte to saue thy soule.
Whether it were with wyfe or maye.
With kynne or alyaunce that thou by laye
And yf she were kynne to the.
Howe nye kynne thou must tell me
Or whether she were ancres or honne
Wedowe or wyfe tell yf thou conne
Or ony that vowed chastyte.
Or comon woman yf she be
Or whether thou dydest by strengthe lo
Or by the assente of her also
Haste thou ony tyme wrought or do
And styred thy flesshe the more therto
That thy body hath be tempted therwith.
Haste thou be tempted with ony woman.
And moche and ofte thought theran
And woldest fayne in thy thought
That synfull dede with her haue wrought
Then thou dydest synne in Lechery
As god hymselfe saythe verely
Without gylte or flesshely dede
Chastyte from the Iustely may slede.
Haste thou wowed ony wyght
And tempted her ouer myght
Haste thou made the gaye therfore
That she sholde the loue the more
Haste thou had lust to here
Songes that of Lechery were.
Haste thou counsayled or done socoure
By ony waye vnto a lechoure
Or haste kepte company by day or nyght,
Of suche persones that were lyght
He that wyll no synne do
Must do nothynge longynge therto.
And yf thou be a woman.
Tell me doughter yf thou can
Of what degre this man was
That synned with the in that case
Kynne or syngle or on spouse
Or what degre of relygyous.
Whether it were for couetys
Of golde or syluer or ought of his.
And nedeth penaunce moche the more
Whether bytwene a man & his wyfe ony synne be.
Loke well these verses and thou shalte se
These they ben I rede of no mo
Tempore mente loco condicione modo
Bethynke ye nowe in euery degre.
What more in thought cometh to the.
For that thou doost hyde frome me.
The deuyll truely wyll shewe the
At the Iugement before echon.
Unto thy shame and confusyon.
And that thou shewest in confessyon me before
Of it thou shalte neuer here more
But for thy good wyll and obedyence.
Thou shalte be had in to our sauyours presence.
And there to be in Ioye and blysse
With blessyd company and not to mys
(Et magis gaudium in celo there is
More Ioye of a synner that hathe done amys
And forsaketh synne or synne forsake hym
ye and more made of heuen within
Then of many one that neuer synne knewe.
These be the wordes of our sauyoure full trewe
Thus of the .vii. dredly synnes I make an ende
All thynges amysse god maye amende
I beseche the swete Ihesu so it maye be
Amen amen/of charyte
Of the cyrcūstaunce of the .vii. deedly synnes.
I wyll
wryte nowe a lytell staunce
Euery of theyr very cyrcumstaunce
And of the remedyes and releue
I wyll wryte them shorte and breue.
In this verse folowynge be wordes eyght
And I wyll make a ende streyght.
Quis quid vbi per quos also.
Quociens cur quomodo and nomo
Some men thynketh grete and small
To shewe theyr synne in generall.
And thus they do euery other whyle
Theyr ghoostly fader and themselfe begyle
It is to lytell by that I can.
To saye I haue kylled a man:
But and thou be confessed Iust and truely
Thou must shewe what mā where & why.
Whether it were father or mother
Preest or clerke or ony other
Of all poyntes I must weten
That before I haue here wryten
Euery of theyr very cyrcumstaunce
And of the remedyes and releue
I wyll wryte them shorte and breue.
In this verse folowynge be wordes eyght
And I wyll make a ende streyght.
Quis quid vbi per quos also.
Quociens cur quomodo and nomo
Some men thynketh grete and small
To shewe theyr synne in generall.
And thus they do euery other whyle
Theyr ghoostly fader and themselfe begyle
It is to lytell by that I can.
To saye I haue kylled a man:
But and thou be confessed Iust and truely
Thou must shewe what mā where & why.
Whether it were father or mother
Preest or clerke or ony other
Of all poyntes I must weten
That before I haue here wryten
Quis nowe I begynne
What is he that dyde this synne
Was it he or she.
yonge or olde bonde or fre
Poore or ryche or in offyce.
Or of dygnyte without myse
Syngle wedded or cloysterer
Clerke laye man or seculer
Preest chanon or in estate.
I must wete this algate
The hyer a man is in degre.
The greuouslyer forsothe synneth he.
And yf he were in his wyt
Doubtles sone I must knowe hyt
For and I knowe not the cyrcumstaunce.
I can not gyue the apte penaunce
What is he that dyde this synne
Was it he or she.
yonge or olde bonde or fre
Poore or ryche or in offyce.
Or of dygnyte without myse
Syngle wedded or cloysterer
Clerke laye man or seculer
Preest chanon or in estate.
I must wete this algate
The greuouslyer forsothe synneth he.
And yf he were in his wyt
Doubtles sone I must knowe hyt
For and I knowe not the cyrcumstaunce.
I can not gyue the apte penaunce
What synne it is and howe it wrought.
I charge the sone spare thou nought.
Whether it be grete or small
Knowen or vnknowen I must wete all
Lechery/robory or man slaught.
He must be knowen or thou doste naught
If the synne be knowen in shyre
Open penaunce it wyll requyre
Also men saythe comonly
I haue synned in Lechery
yet I must knowe by whome it is
Or elles we maye do bothe amys
No name thou shalte not shewe to me
But yf the synne suche it be
That thou mayst not thy shryfte tell
But thou name here in thy spell
But whether she be wyfe or may
Or of thy kynne ye or nay.
For yf the synne be grete and gryme
The more penaunce thou nyme
I charge the sone spare thou nought.
Whether it be grete or small
Knowen or vnknowen I must wete all
Lechery/robory or man slaught.
He must be knowen or thou doste naught
If the synne be knowen in shyre
Open penaunce it wyll requyre
Also men saythe comonly
I haue synned in Lechery
yet I must knowe by whome it is
Or elles we maye do bothe amys
No name thou shalte not shewe to me
But yf the synne suche it be
That thou mayst not thy shryfte tell
But thou name here in thy spell
But whether she be wyfe or may
Or of thy kynne ye or nay.
For yf the synne be grete and gryme
The more penaunce thou nyme
Where it was I must wete also
In halowed place or no.
More greuous is a syn̄e done in sentwary
Then in ony other place soughtly therby
In halowed place or no.
More greuous is a syn̄e done in sentwary
Then in ony other place soughtly therby
By whome also thou must myne.
And who were consentynge to the synne
The more with the to synne thou drawes.
The more forsothe thyselfe thou slawes
And who were consentynge to the synne
The more with the to synne thou drawes.
The more forsothe thyselfe thou slawes
Howe ofte also thou dydest that dede.
Wete sone I must nede.
For the ofter a synne renewed is
The greter it is withouten mysse
The ofter a wounde is cut.
The worse to helenedes it mut
The ofter a man dothe manslaughter
The greter wt the deuyl & his owne matter
As ofte as a man dothe Lechery.
So ofte truely he synneth deedly
Deedly he synneth without drede
As ofte as he dothe that synfull dede.
The ofter a synne thou doste renewe
The more penaunce must the sewe
And why thou dydest the same synne
Also nedes I must myne
Whether it were for loue or drede.
Outher for couetyse or for mede
Outher for enuy or for bate
Outher for wrothe or for hate
Wete sone I must nede.
For the ofter a synne renewed is
The greter it is withouten mysse
The ofter a wounde is cut.
The worse to helenedes it mut
The ofter a man dothe manslaughter
The greter wt the deuyl & his owne matter
As ofte as a man dothe Lechery.
So ofte truely he synneth deedly
Deedly he synneth without drede
As ofte as he dothe that synfull dede.
The ofter a synne thou doste renewe
The more penaunce must the sewe
And why thou dydest the same synne
Also nedes I must myne
Whether it were for loue or drede.
Outher for couetyse or for mede
Outher for enuy or for bate
Outher for wrothe or for hate
And howe thou dydest thou must saye
And to consyle it by no waye.
Whether thou dydest it in hastynese
Or well auysed yf thou wese
For he that casteth to do a dede
More penaunce he must haue nede
Then he that doth it sodaynlyche
And after repenteth very myche
And to consyle it by no waye.
Whether thou dydest it in hastynese
Or well auysed yf thou wese
For he that casteth to do a dede
More penaunce he must haue nede
And after repenteth very myche
And when it was and what daye.
Thou must shewe it in good faye
For gretter synne forsothe it is.
Upon an holy daye to do amys
Moche more withouten naye.
Then vpon another daye.
All these poyntes I must wyten
That before I haue wryten
Good Iugement elles I can not gyue
Of the thynge thou doste the shryue
If thy synne be knowen some and all
And whether they be grete or small
Then maye I saue thy soule
By the auctoryte ot Peter and Poule
Take good hede cōfessor ye boke techeth vs.
Quanta lit penitentia pro mortalibus
One deedly synne as lawe techeth
To .vii. yeres ende truely it recheth
To faste wated euery frydaye
And to forsake flesshe wednysdayes no nay
But there be fewe that wyll do so
The for a laughter awaye thou go
A mannes contrycyon be golde thou zurue.
And therto gyue Iugement yu must lurne
If it be grete gyue lyght penaunce
And it be lytell thou must it auaunce
Be it more or be it lasse
After the contrycyon it must passe
But fyrst take hede with good aduys
Of what contrycyon this man is
If he be sory for his synne
And full contryte as thou mayste kynne
Wepeth fast and is sory
And asketh of god ofte tymes mercy
Lette not his penaunce then be muche
For god hymselfe forgyueth suche.
Be not to harde I the rede
Be euer mercyfull for goddes drede.
He is full of mercy aye
Be thou also I the praye
Here is ynoughe I hope wryten
To teche a man howe he shall weten
To thryue hymselfe of his synne
If ony wyt be hym within
And yet I tell you behynde is some
Isti mittendi tune ad episcopum
And yet confessour be wyse and zope
And sende forth vnto the bysshope
Those that stryketh preest or clerke.
And those that worketh wytchcrafte werke
Howse brenners and sleers of men.
And faders & moders yt leyeth hande vpen.
The moder that the chylde ouerlyth
The fader also sende thou her with
A cursed man with boke and bell
And an heretyke as I the tell
And he that breketh solempne avowe.
Or chaunge it wolde sende forth thowe
Clyppers of the kynges mynte
And all that lyueth by the swerdes dynte
A false vserer or an okere
And all that false wytnesse bere
Those that be wedded vnlawfully
Or systers or cosyns lyeth them by
And all those shorte to saye.
That the grete sentence curseth aye
Now take good hede how thou shalte done.
In gyuynge of thyne absolucyon.
When shrytte is herde gyue penaunce
And byd hym saye with full creaunce
God I aske the mercy
And thy moder saynt Mary
And all the sayntes of heuen bryght.
I aske socoure with all my myght
Of all the synnes I haue wrought
In werke in wordes or in thought.
With euery lymme of my body
With sorowfull herte I aske god mercy.
And nowe father in goddes place
Asoyle me of my trespace.
And gyue me penaunce also to
For goddes loue thou so do
Thou must shewe it in good faye
For gretter synne forsothe it is.
Upon an holy daye to do amys
Moche more withouten naye.
Then vpon another daye.
All these poyntes I must wyten
That before I haue wryten
Good Iugement elles I can not gyue
Of the thynge thou doste the shryue
If thy synne be knowen some and all
And whether they be grete or small
Then maye I saue thy soule
By the auctoryte ot Peter and Poule
Take good hede cōfessor ye boke techeth vs.
Quanta lit penitentia pro mortalibus
One deedly synne as lawe techeth
To .vii. yeres ende truely it recheth
To faste wated euery frydaye
And to forsake flesshe wednysdayes no nay
But there be fewe that wyll do so
The for a laughter awaye thou go
A mannes contrycyon be golde thou zurue.
And therto gyue Iugement yu must lurne
If it be grete gyue lyght penaunce
And it be lytell thou must it auaunce
Be it more or be it lasse
After the contrycyon it must passe
Of what contrycyon this man is
If he be sory for his synne
And full contryte as thou mayste kynne
Wepeth fast and is sory
And asketh of god ofte tymes mercy
Lette not his penaunce then be muche
For god hymselfe forgyueth suche.
Be not to harde I the rede
Be euer mercyfull for goddes drede.
He is full of mercy aye
Be thou also I the praye
Here is ynoughe I hope wryten
To teche a man howe he shall weten
To thryue hymselfe of his synne
If ony wyt be hym within
And yet I tell you behynde is some
Isti mittendi tune ad episcopum
And yet confessour be wyse and zope
And sende forth vnto the bysshope
Those that stryketh preest or clerke.
And those that worketh wytchcrafte werke
Howse brenners and sleers of men.
And faders & moders yt leyeth hande vpen.
The moder that the chylde ouerlyth
The fader also sende thou her with
A cursed man with boke and bell
And an heretyke as I the tell
And he that breketh solempne avowe.
Or chaunge it wolde sende forth thowe
And all that lyueth by the swerdes dynte
A false vserer or an okere
And all that false wytnesse bere
Those that be wedded vnlawfully
Or systers or cosyns lyeth them by
And all those shorte to saye.
That the grete sentence curseth aye
Now take good hede how thou shalte done.
In gyuynge of thyne absolucyon.
When shrytte is herde gyue penaunce
And byd hym saye with full creaunce
God I aske the mercy
And thy moder saynt Mary
And all the sayntes of heuen bryght.
I aske socoure with all my myght
Of all the synnes I haue wrought
In werke in wordes or in thought.
With euery lymme of my body
With sorowfull herte I aske god mercy.
And nowe father in goddes place
Asoyle me of my trespace.
And gyue me penaunce also to
For goddes loue thou so do
The remedyes ayēst ye .vii. deedly syn̄es
A remedy
for euery syn̄e I wyll loke
And wryte thē shortly in this boke.
Agaynst pryde as I gesse.
The remedy truely is mekenesse
Ofte to knele and erthe to kysse.
And thynke truely that erthe he is
And deed mennes bones ofte to se.
And thynke doubtles suche shalte thou be
The payne of hell haue in thy thought
And pryde thou shalte set euen at nought
And wryte thē shortly in this boke.
Agaynst pryde as I gesse.
Ofte to knele and erthe to kysse.
And thynke truely that erthe he is
And deed mennes bones ofte to se.
And thynke doubtles suche shalte thou be
The payne of hell haue in thy thought
And pryde thou shalte set euen at nought
Agaynst Enuy loue is grythe
But yet thou must do more therwithe
Seruyce to hym with herte fre
To whome thou hast enuyous be
Louynge seruyce and goodly speche
Agaynst enuy is helpe and leche.
But yet thou must do more therwithe
Seruyce to hym with herte fre
To whome thou hast enuyous be
Louynge seruyce and goodly speche
Agaynst enuy is helpe and leche.
Do also in this wyle
I byd the gaynst couetyse
yelde agayne and byde not longe
That thou hast taken by very wronge.
And to the nedy gyue thou large
In goddes name I the charge
This is the remedy ywys
Agaynst the synne of couetys.
I byd the gaynst couetyse
yelde agayne and byde not longe
That thou hast taken by very wronge.
And to the nedy gyue thou large
In goddes name I the charge
This is the remedy ywys
Agaynst the synne of couetys.
Agaynst wrathe this helpe shall be
If thou haue grace to se
Howe aungelles when a man is wrothe
Frome hym fast flye and gothe
And fendes fast vnto hym renneth
And fyre of hell his herte brenneth
And maketh hym so hote and hye
That no man may byde hym nye
Wherfore thou must with sufferynge
Quenche in the suche brennynge
Agaynst wrathe the sufferaunce
Must be moche of thy penaunce
If thou haue grace to se
Howe aungelles when a man is wrothe
Frome hym fast flye and gothe
And fendes fast vnto hym renneth
And fyre of hell his herte brenneth
And maketh hym so hote and hye
That no man may byde hym nye
Wherfore thou must with sufferynge
Agaynst wrathe the sufferaunce
Must be moche of thy penaunce
From slouth thou must to god turne
And Pater noster and Aue saye zurne
In mornynge myddaye and euery tyde
Whether thou go or whether thou ryde
To chyrche come yf thou maye
And here a masse euery daye
And yf thou maye not come to chyrche.
Where that euer thou doste wyrche
When thou herest masse knyll.
Praye to god with herte styll
To gyue the parte of that seruys
That in the chyrche there done is
And Pater noster and Aue saye zurne
In mornynge myddaye and euery tyde
Whether thou go or whether thou ryde
To chyrche come yf thou maye
And here a masse euery daye
And yf thou maye not come to chyrche.
Where that euer thou doste wyrche
When thou herest masse knyll.
Praye to god with herte styll
To gyue the parte of that seruys
That in the chyrche there done is
Lerne to lyue in Chastyte
In goddes name I charge the
though thy flesshe haue a foule lust & ye same
With brede and water thou mayst it tame.
And yf thou saye agayne to me
I maye not lyue in chastyte
I charge the then to take a wyfe
And in goddest lawe to lede thy lyfe
Remembre this worlde howe wretched it is
The shortenes of thy lyfe without mys.
Remēbre ye paynes of hell greuous & grym
God lette neuer crysten soule come therin
Remembre the thynges beynge in heuen
And I had tuely the scyences seuen
And ye comynge of all men that euer were
I coude not shewe of the leest Ioye there.
Haue this in thy mynde euen sykerly.
It is the remedy agaynst Lechery
Of this matter I haue no more to saye
But desyrynge the reders hereof to praye
For ye soule of mayster Iames berkeley dyssesed late
Beynge terme of his lyfe the kynges true subiate
Whiche dyssesed in ye yere of our lorde a .M. no nay
CCCCC .xiiii. and the .vii. daye of may
Take .vi. the last leues & the fyrst letters of ye same:
And that is truely the wryters name
Desyrynge the reders be it man or wyfe.
To correcte this boke with your penne or knyfe
Haue pyte on your soules for goddes sake
In your lyuynge amendes make
Graunt swete Iesu vnto Harry ye .viii. our kynge.
Grace fortune vyctory and also good lyuynge.
Ihesu as thou arte proctoure of body and lym
Suffre neuer his enemy to haue power ouer hym
In goddes name I charge the
though thy flesshe haue a foule lust & ye same
With brede and water thou mayst it tame.
And yf thou saye agayne to me
I maye not lyue in chastyte
I charge the then to take a wyfe
And in goddest lawe to lede thy lyfe
Remembre this worlde howe wretched it is
The shortenes of thy lyfe without mys.
Remēbre ye paynes of hell greuous & grym
God lette neuer crysten soule come therin
Remembre the thynges beynge in heuen
And I had tuely the scyences seuen
And ye comynge of all men that euer were
Haue this in thy mynde euen sykerly.
It is the remedy agaynst Lechery
Of this matter I haue no more to saye
But desyrynge the reders hereof to praye
For ye soule of mayster Iames berkeley dyssesed late
Beynge terme of his lyfe the kynges true subiate
Whiche dyssesed in ye yere of our lorde a .M. no nay
CCCCC .xiiii. and the .vii. daye of may
Take .vi. the last leues & the fyrst letters of ye same:
And that is truely the wryters name
Desyrynge the reders be it man or wyfe.
To correcte this boke with your penne or knyfe
Haue pyte on your soules for goddes sake
In your lyuynge amendes make
Graunt swete Iesu vnto Harry ye .viii. our kynge.
Grace fortune vyctory and also good lyuynge.
Ihesu as thou arte proctoure of body and lym
Suffre neuer his enemy to haue power ouer hym
Et sic finis. Anno domini. M.CCCCC.xx.viii. die mensis Martii.
De modo inquirendo de ventalibus.
Nowe of synnes venyall
A lytell aske I shall
Hast thou spended thy wyttes fyue
In goddes seruyce tell me blyue.
These ben those as I the tell.
Touchynge/tastynge/and thy smell
Thy herynge also/and thy syght
Here ben truely .v. euen ryght.
A lytell aske I shall
Hast thou spended thy wyttes fyue
In goddes seruyce tell me blyue.
These ben those as I the tell.
Touchynge/tastynge/and thy smell
Thy herynge also/and thy syght
Here ben truely .v. euen ryght.
De visu.
Haste thou sene ony thyngeThat tysed the to synnynge.
Remembre sone I the praye
For many wayes synne thou maye
De auditu.
Hast thou had grete lykyngeFor to here ony euyll thynge.
Nyce wordes or rybaudry.
Or suche maner of harlotry.
De olfactu.
Hast thou smelled ony thyngeThat hathe tempted thy lykynge
Of meate drynke or spycery
That thou hast after synned by
De gustu.
Also yf thou synned hasteBy meate or drynke by lusty taste
Thou must also tell vnto me.
If thou wylte assoyled be
De tactu.
Haste thou touched folylyThat thy body was styred by
Womans body or thyne owne
If thou haue thou must it shewe.
Here is nowe the wyttes all fyue.
How thou hast spended thē tell me blyue
I make nowe an ende here then.
Sed libera nos a malo amen.
Finis.
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