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He answerede hym on þys manere, | ||
Why he helde þe harper so dere: | ||
‘Þe veitu of þe harpe, þurghe skylle and ryʓt, | ||
Wyl destroye þe fendes myʓt, | ||
And to þe croys by gode skylle | ||
Ys þe harpe lykenede weyle.d | d well | |
Anoþer poynt cumforteþ me, | ||
Þat God haþ sent unto a tre | ||
So moche joye to here wyþ eere; | ||
Moche þan more joye ys þere | ||
Wyþ God hym selfe þere he wonys,e | e dwells | |
Þe harpe þerof me ofte mones,f — | f reminds | |
Of þe joye and of þe blys | ||
Where Gode hym self wonys and ys. | ||
Þare for, gode men, ʓe shul lere,g | g learn | |
Whan ʓe any glemen here, | ||
To wurschep Gode at ʓoure powere, | ||
As Davyde seyþ yn þe sautere, | ||
Yn harpe, yn thabour, and symphan gle, | ||
Wurschepe Gode, yn troumpes and sautre, | ||
Yn cordys, an organes, and bellys ryngyng, | ||
Yn al þese, wurschepe ʓe hevene kyng.’ |
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Se now what seynt Poule seys | ||
Yn a pystyl, þe same weys, — | ||
‘Þoghe y speke as weyl wyþ tung | ||
As any man or aungel haþ song, | ||
And y lyve nat wyþ charyte, | ||
No þyng avayleþ hyt to me. | ||
For y do þan ryʓt a as þe bras, | a just | |
And as þe tympan, þat bete b was; | b beaten | |
Þe bras to oþer ʓyveþ grete sown. | ||
And bet hym self up and down. | ||
And þoghe y speke al yn prephecye. | ||
And have þe kunnyng of every maystrye,c | c knowledge |