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LI. Hec sunt verba saluatoris:
‘Nolo mortem peccatoris.’
1
‘Haue myende, for the how I was borne,How with scourgis my flesshe was torne,
And how I was crowned with thorne:
Nolo mortem peccatoris.
2
Haue myende also, how lowe I lightInto a mayde so pure and bright
Taking mercy, leving my myght:
Nolo mortem peccatoris.
3
Thinke, how mekely I toke the feldeVpon my bak bering my shelde;
For payne ne dethe I wolde not yelde:
Nolo mortem peccatoris.
4
Lyft vp thy hert now, man, and see,What I haue done and doo for the.
Yf thou be lost, blame thou not me:
Nolo mortem peccatoris.’
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