The kalender of shepherdes the edition of Paris 1503 in photographic facsimile: a faithful reprint of R. Pynson's edition of London 1506. Edited with a critical introduction and glossary by H. Oskar Sommer |
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[God gyde me ryght/ that I wonse myght]
God gyde me ryght/ that I wonse myght
Come to the porte of peace
My exchaunge to make/ and retorne take
That my enmyes me not sease
One me folowed wolde haue me swalowed
In the golfe daungerous
with worldly glose/ he dothe me tose
Amonge the waues perylous
On rases holowe/ some do me folowe
Enmyes me to take
A grete nomber/ to smyte me vnder:
I dought I shall not skape
The fende with wo/ the worlde also
My fleche do me trobyll
where I wake or slepe/ they do me threte
This creases my sorowe dobyll
They bed me not spare/ but by theyr ware
As all worldly vanyte
They say hope amonge/ for to lyue longe
Thus do they in comber me
Come to the porte of peace
My exchaunge to make/ and retorne take
That my enmyes me not sease
One me folowed wolde haue me swalowed
In the golfe daungerous
with worldly glose/ he dothe me tose
Amonge the waues perylous
On rases holowe/ some do me folowe
Enmyes me to take
A grete nomber/ to smyte me vnder:
I dought I shall not skape
The fende with wo/ the worlde also
My fleche do me trobyll
where I wake or slepe/ they do me threte
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They bed me not spare/ but by theyr ware
As all worldly vanyte
They say hope amonge/ for to lyue longe
Thus do they in comber me
The worlde dothe smyle/ me to be gyll
And so dothe the other two
Nowe muste I seke/ some me to kepe
To saue me fro my foo
I haue founde one/ euen god alone
I nede no other ayde
That by his myght/ put them to flythe
And made them alle afrayde
He spake to me/ full curteysly
And proferde me full fayer
yf I do well/ with hym to dwelle
In heuen to be his ayere
And so dothe the other two
Nowe muste I seke/ some me to kepe
To saue me fro my foo
I haue founde one/ euen god alone
I nede no other ayde
That by his myght/ put them to flythe
And made them alle afrayde
He spake to me/ full curteysly
And proferde me full fayer
yf I do well/ with hym to dwelle
In heuen to be his ayere
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