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Et timebunt gentes nomen tuum, Domine, & omnes [reges] terre gloriam tuam.
[And folkus schul thi name drede,
Alle erthely kynges doute thi blisse,
That privest princes of here pryde,
That wantounly here wittes wisse.
Right as the lust thu maist men lede,
Save and sle and langour lisse,
But wo is hym that doth that dede
Wherfor he mot thi mercy mysse.
Alle erthely kynges doute thi blisse,
That privest princes of here pryde,
That wantounly here wittes wisse.
Right as the lust thu maist men lede,
Save and sle and langour lisse,
But wo is hym that doth that dede
Wherfor he mot thi mercy mysse.
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