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wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
be Cros and Roode: "Meete ne drynk schal do me goode Tyl that he be dede; Bothe he and hys wyf, hys soones twoo, Schole they nevere be no moo In Yngelond on that stede." "Nay," says the traytour, "so
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
may shrewedelichest worche; 19 He wol take mede of that on and that other, And late the parsoun have a wyf, and the prest another, At wille: Coveytise shal stoppen here mouth, and maken hem al stille. For sone so
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
prynce of the werd is cast owth! As I have prechyd in placys abowth And shewyd experyence to man and wyf, Into this werd Goddys Sone hath sowth For veray love, man to revyfe. The trewthe of trewthis shal now
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
late, When thou seyste preyere or orysoun With over lytul devocyoune, When mon luste to dele in bedde Wyth his wyf that he dyd wedde His luste oonly to fulfille And childe to geet is not his wille, Yif thou
ygladed Symeon Wyth thyne swete offrynge In the temple atte auter-ston Wyth Jhesus hevene kynge. Thou ert Judith, that fayre wyf, Thou hast abated al that stryf; Olofernes wyth hys knyf Hys hevede thou hym bynome. Thou hest ysaved here
wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
wen hit gon dawen, Hyre sone that wes slawen Aros in fleysh ant bon. More joie ne mai me haven, Wyf ne mayden non. The fifte joie of that wymman: When hire body to hevene cam, The soule to the
apone his. Cm, A, Fox: apon his wyf and. 394 grete hartsare for. Cm, A: rycht grete hartsare. B: grit pety for. 396 How his lady that. Cm, A, Fox: Quhen that his wyf quhilk. 397 tane. Cm, A, Fox:
moder fare, Thou thu be clene mayden man." "Sune, help alle at nede, Alle tho that to me greden Mayden, wyf, and fol wyman." "Moder, y may no lenger duellen; The time is cumen y fare to helle, The thridde