The Rise of the New English.
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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 |
