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VII.
[All synnes sal þou hate, thorow castyng of skylle]
All synnes sal þou hate, thorow castyng of skylle,
And ȝherne to gang in þe gate þat es with-owten ille.
Tumbyl noght fra þe state þat þou hase tane þe tille:
It ledes til þe kynges ȝhate, þare þou may layke þi fille.
And ȝherne to gang in þe gate þat es with-owten ille.
Tumbyl noght fra þe state þat þou hase tane þe tille:
It ledes til þe kynges ȝhate, þare þou may layke þi fille.
Here if þou punysch, þe, welth sall þow wynne;
Na wonder it es if þou be in sorow for þi synne.
Somme says þai may se, & blynd ar wyth-Inne:
And if þai now be sett fre, dede sall þam twynne.
Na wonder it es if þou be in sorow for þi synne.
Somme says þai may se, & blynd ar wyth-Inne:
And if þai now be sett fre, dede sall þam twynne.
Dede dynges al sa sare, þat nane may [hym] defende,
And makes many ill to fare, when þai not wende.
I wate nane þat he will spare, with all will he lende:
For-þi of syn̄ make þe bare, þou knawes not þi ende.
And makes many ill to fare, when þai not wende.
I wate nane þat he will spare, with all will he lende:
For-þi of syn̄ make þe bare, þou knawes not þi ende.
Now may we qwake trembiland, for drede to law ly:
Þe beme blawes at owre hand, þe dome es fast by;
Þe keyng comes with hys hoste, to fell his enmy,
And al þe prowde wyth þair boste, he demes to dy.
Þe beme blawes at owre hand, þe dome es fast by;
Þe keyng comes with hys hoste, to fell his enmy,
And al þe prowde wyth þair boste, he demes to dy.
Me thynkes it rynges in mi nere: “dede ryse, to be demed!”
Bot hym þe deuel may noght dere, þat here hase Criste qwemed.
Al þe wikked in þat were til hel-fire es flemed,
Þe keyng hym-self schot þe spere, for hym it best semed.
Bot hym þe deuel may noght dere, þat here hase Criste qwemed.
Al þe wikked in þat were til hel-fire es flemed,
Þe keyng hym-self schot þe spere, for hym it best semed.
Þat day owre ioy sal be-gyn, þat here suffers pyne,
Owre flesch wytt of mykel wyn, & bryght as son̄ schyne;
Owre setels heuen ar with-in—me lyst sytt in myne.
Lufe Criste & hate syn, & sa pur[ch]es þe þine.
Owre flesch wytt of mykel wyn, & bryght as son̄ schyne;
Owre setels heuen ar with-in—me lyst sytt in myne.
Lufe Criste & hate syn, & sa pur[ch]es þe þine.
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