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2. How Sinners Crucify Christ Each Day

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Caius 174/95, foll. 481–82

Man yff thow wylt my mercy gete
Thorough my passion of grete vertu
Why sesyst þow me not to bete
Ech day on crosse thow doyst me newe
With thy othys many and gret
As a traytor to me thou art ontrewe
And but yf thow wylt thy othes let
Elles full sore hit schall the rewe
No lym of me thou forberyst
Why doyst thow evyll ageynste goode
Wyth thy othes þat thou sweryst
fforto a venge thyne veyn mode

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Wyth thy tonge þou me alto teryst
As thou were madde or wode
Wyth thy onkyndnes þou me more deryst
Than they that rent me on the rode
Thow hast more pyte on to thy too
Yf hit be hurt and a lytyll blede
Than thou hast for all the woo
That i suffyrde for thy mysdede
And whan thou art tauȝt & covncelyd also
That thou schuldyst not swere but whan hit is nede
A non thou gevyst a scorn þerto
And to my hestes thou takyst none hede
Loude lesynges for me thou makyst
Some tyme to wyn an halpeny
What tyme to wytnesse þou me takyst
And ȝyt thou lyest wetyngly
In byinge & sellyng lesynges þou makyst
And in Idyll and fals thou sweryst me by
And so to hell the wey thou takyst
Man make amendes or thou dye
Now sore I sygh and wele i may
ffor i a wrech am so cursyd
That i do the on the crosse ech day
With grete othys and werkes werst
And moch more the greve than they
That on the rode sloughyn the fyrst
ffor had they knowe the i dare wele say
To do the to deth they had not dyrst
But i know it be my beleve
That thou art god omnipotent
And yf i sece not the to greve
I am worthy to be schent
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