passion on me that am thy poor soul, but give their attendance to bury thee richly and worshipfully, and make thy house cleanly and thy purse empty; and little compassion or remembrance have on thee and me certainly, but let me burn eternally, but if[1] (by) the mercies of Him that is Almighty, (and) by the mean[2] of His most holy Mother; that pure, chaste, maiden that helpeth every sinner that calleth after grace when there is none other remedy.
Now farewell Body. Thou shalt to the Earth, and lie and rot, and worms eat thee; and I shall to pains long, or else eternal. Mercy, blessed Lady, that bare Christ Jesu, Our aller Redemptour: for in none other help I assure me.
The lamentable Lamentation of the Dying Body to the Soul
Alas, seely soul, the torments and pains of mine offences shall ye suffer. I am so sorry. There can no tongue tell the sorrow that I endure that have brought you in such bondage, peril, danger and adversity, without remedy; nor the high and mighty mercies of Almighty God, whose mercies cannot be had but by the mean of His Blessed Mother. And if she that is so chaste, so pure, and so holy, would abhor the abomination of our sins, what should we do? I have desired Faith, Hope, and Charity, to be mine advocates to her that bare Christ Jesu, and when I am answered again, such answer as I have I shall let you wit.
