The remorse of conscience. ¶ Here beginneth certain demonstrations by our lord to all sinful persons with the remorse of mann●● conscience to the regard o● the bounty of our lord. Jesus confronts a man on his knees Jesus confronts a man on his knees Deus. Our gracious god most in magnificence His merciful eyen casteth from have on hy saying his creatures in deadly violence Himself complaineth by pity full ruthfully saying o man devoid of intelligence Open thine eeres unto my call and cry And tell me if I have done to the offence That thou forsakest my willingly Man such a love to the I died take This world in seven days when I it wrought Thou was the last thing that I died make Because I would thou wanted nought What thing the might help died not lake That at thy need if it were sought Fowl fish all thing for thy sake For thy comfort all was forth brought More over I gave the that dignity All beasts to bow the until I made the also like unto me And gave the cunning and free will Me to serve that thou should see To choose the good and leave the ill I ask nothing again of the But love thy sovereign as it is skill But unto this takest thou none intent Thou turnest fro me full unkindly On loves unleeful thy love is lente Thy heart beholdeth not heaven so high For all the goods I have the sent The listeth not one's to say gramercy In time to come or thou repent Man make amends or that thou die remorse of conscy. A christian soul conceived in sin received in conscience thus complaining He fell dowue flat with delefull din And said lord mercy sovereign king I most unkind wretch of man kin I know I am thy traitor untrue in my living This wicked life that I live in I may it nought hide from thy knowing I want words and also wit Of thy kindness to speak a cause That I have thou gave me it Of thy goodness withouten cause Though I have grieved the and do yet Thy benefits thou nought withdraws I have deserved to have hell pit So have I lived against thy laws But lord thou knowest man's feebleness How frail it is and hath been aye For thought the soul have thy likeness Man is but fulsome earth and clayne In sin conceived and wretchedness And to the soul rebel alway first a man groweth as doth gross And he wasteth after as flowers or haye Sith man is than so frail a thing And thy power so great in kind This world is but a twinkling Thou mayst destroy the might of the fiend With thy right lordemercy ming And to my sore salve thou send Sore merepenteth of my misliving Mercy lord I will amend Man if thou amends wilt make give thine alms of thine own goods And see thou works no man to wreck To venge any other men's modes If thou untruly from any take And therewith find forty their fodes Such sacrifice I forsake They be to me as sour as worm wooed The poor people thou do oppress With sleights and wiles many one Thou makest churches and do sing mess Thou mendest ways where men over gone And some men curse and some men bless Which shall I here of these two I thou wilt have grace as I guess Let all falseness be fled the fro The moths that thy clothes eat And thou lettest poor men go bare Thy drink soureth and mouldeth thy meet Wherewith the poor man might well far The rust that thy silver doth frete Thy goods that evil gotten are They cry on the vengeance great The for to spill but yet I spare With hodest here against the right from thy servants upon the cry Man oftentimes thou hast me hygth Thou would amend and leave folly Thou speakest full fair both day & night Thou breakest my commandments continually yet is me loath with the to fight But make amends or that thou die Sweet lord I may not against say I have not holden that I the height I grieve the greatly every day I do not as I had the plight In would do well but wellaway With enemies I am ever beset When my soul fain would the pay My flesh is first that will me let And ever the father that I it feed Ever the fresher it is my foo yet bear it about I must need Full feeble it is it will me slow The world/ the fiend/ the flesh they bede Some with well and some with woe What may I do with a wicked weed To fight against three enemies so When I enforce me other whiles And think I will live a true live And forsake all battles and guiles The world biddeth me battle believe And but I will use wreaths and wiles The comym voice is I shall not tryve Some me scorneth and at me smiles And count me but a kind caitiff But now I think withstanding this To forsake falseness withouten end And restore that I took amiss And pay my debts fair and hende And to reward each man his As reason is than will I spend And give mine alms there need is Mercy Ihesu I will amend Man I have sent the kindly sight And understanding skill and wit To rule thyself by reason right As rehearseth holy writ That clearly showeth the godly light How thou should deadly sin forsake And on that manner thou please me might What aileth the thus fro me to shake World richesse rial repair In wealth and things of jollity fishes/ beasts/ and birds of the air These thinketh me seemly for to see That thing that perisheth & doth appear Unto thy sight thus pleasing be Well mayst thou wit I am full fair Of whom each thing hath this beauty But man as thou wytlesse were Thou lookest aye downward as a be'st It behoveth the of me to here Fowl speaking is to the a feast I comfort the I make the cheer And thou inwardly lovest me least I call the to me year by year Thou wilt not come at my reqest As fro thy foo thou fro me flees I follow the fast and on the cry Thou wrappest the with all vanities And think my speech to the but folly And a thing that noutght is thou wilt lose My joy that lasteth endleslye Man yet vice leave and virtue cheese And make amends or that thou die Sweet Ihesu none answer I can But oft cry mercy with heart stable Alas for woe why is a man Worse than a be'st unreasonable All beasts sytheathe world began In kindly working been durable Save only I of will wan That do full many deeds damnable I was made to know my maker And to love him over all thing And I a sleper and never waker To take kind knowing of my king To trifles have I been a great heed taker A song of sorrow may I sing For had I been of sin a forsaker Of christ should I have had some knowing My ghostly eyen been full of lust Cursed covetise hath blinded me They been blood shotten with fleshly lust That heavenly king may I not see But lord though I have been unjust Through help of thy benignity I hope to rub away the rust With repentance and grace of the And where that I have afore this My will in world thing have spend From hens forward my purpose is Thy law to learn to my lives end Thy. x. commandments truly I iwis Them to keep I will me mend bend And there as I have done amiss Mercy Ihesu I will amend Man if thou wilt my mercy get Through my passion of most virtue Why ceasest thou not me for to beat Each day on the cross dost me new With deadly sin on morrow at meet As tormentors to me untrue And namely with thy oaths great To swear thou wilt no thing eschew. No limb of me/ nor thou dearest Why sayest thou evil against good By my soul oft time thou swearest By my body and by my blood With thy tongue thou me all to terest When thou art wroth and almost woe Man with thine unkindness thou me d● re●t More than they rent me on the road Thou hast more pity of thy to If it be hurt and a little bleed And all that ever that I died do I suffered it for thy misdeed When thou art taught that thou should do Of swearing but when it were need Thou scornest them that sayeth so Thou takest to my bidding no heed Loud losings on me thou makest Sometime to win an half penny When to witness thou me takest And yet for swearest the wilfully buying and selling thou not forsakest But vain and false to swear me by When thou dost thus thy bale thou takest Man make amends or that thou die remorse of conscy. Sweet jesus how should I again say But that I am a caitiff and more cursed That doth on the curse every day With great oaths and works worst And moche more the grieveth than they On Calvary that flew first For had they known the for god very ●o do the to death they had not durst ●ut I know after my believe That thou art god omnipotent ●●d I cease not the to grieve Well worthy I am to be shent How mayst thou lord suffer to move Of the traitors that the torment Marvel it is I do not mischief Or am not killed/ drownet/ or brent The earth opened and swallowed quick Satan and abyron for their sin And as I ween they were never so wick As most certyfefull mankynne Indeedly sin men die now thick Disease full great now doth begin Yet in my sin I stand and stick Evil custom is full hard to blin I would be wanton and do evil But I would none me reprehend But let me live after my will This was leeful sometime I wend But now I see that it is skill ●uche light lord thou haste me send ●●t I leave sin it will me spill ●ercy lord I will amend Man do penance while thou mor least suddenly I take vengeance Bid I the not day by day For cause I would thou died penance Man I am more ready alway To forgive thy misgovernance When thou of all thy friends haste made assay Thou shalt find none like to me Thou wilt amend oftentimes thou sa●●●… Again amends no man may●e Do true penance and I am paid From endless pain to make the fire For thy love my life I laid What friend should have done so for the With sorrowful heart thy sin thou shrive And make amends to thine enemy If thou thus leave thy wicked live I will be thereof glad truly Think oftentimes of loathes wine And turn not to thy sin again Let no despair down the drive Think on Peter and Magdalayne Man wipe away thy wickedness And keep my bidding by and by And thou shalt have in my palesse Worship withouten villainy No poverty but all rychenesse Health/ strength/ & wisdom truly Thou shalt be full of all sweetness And than to live and nevermore die Grant mercy Ihesu crop and rote Of all friendship for in none fails Ayen●…●he I wy●… not mote But as oft as me evil ails I will fall down flat to thy foot To help me in ghostly battles Now wot I where I shall me hide When I am stirred to any sin In the great wound of thy right side And be heartily hid therein As in a tour there may I abide For aught ye find can me imagine For all this world that is so wide Therein is sovereign medicine There may no wanhope make me care That have of they aungeiles so good To keep me that I not misfare And thy mother mildest of mode Lord shend us thy wounds then And than of mercy we may not miss And than to help christian men Now Ihesu lord thou us wysse That we with the may bide to bliss In joy and bliss withouten end That to thy people ordained is That leave sin and them amend AMEN.