Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
IEsu that his arms did spread And on a tree was done to dead From all perils he you defend I desire audience till I have made an end For I am come from God above To occupy his laws to your behove And am named Charity There may no man saved be without the help of me For he that Charity doth refuse Other virtues though he do use Without Charity it will not be For it is written in the faith Q●im 〈◊〉 in charitate in deo move I am the gate I tell the Of heaven that joyful city There may no man thither come But of charity he must have some Or he may not come iwis Unto heaven the city of bliss therefore charity who will him take Apure soul it will him make Before the face of God In the. A.B.C. of books the least It is written deus charitas est Lo charity is a great thing Of all virtues it is the king When God in earth was here living Of charity he found none ending I was planted in his heart We two might not depart Out of his heart I did springe through the might of the heaven king And all priests that be May not live without charity And charitey to them they do not take they may not receive him that did them make And all this world of nought A back fellows and give me room Or I shall make you to avoid soon I am goodly of person I am peerless where ever I come My name is youth I tell the I flourish as the vine tree Who may be likened unto me In my youth and jolitye My hair is royal and bushed thick. My body pliant as a hazel stick Mine arms be both fair And strong My fingers be both fair and longe My chest big as a tun My legs v●foll light for to run To hop and dance and make merry By the mass I reck not a cherry What so ever I do I am the heir of my father's land And it is come into my hand I care for no more Are you so disposed to do To follow vice and let virtue go Ye sir even so For now a days he is not set by Without he be unthrifty You had need to ask God mercy Why do you so praise your body Why knave what is that to the Wilt thou let me to praise my body why should I not praise it & it be goodli I will not let for the what shall it be when thou shalt flit For the wealth into the pit Therefore of it be not to boolde Lest thou for think it when the art old Ye may be likened to a tree In youth flourishing with royallte And in age it is cut down And to the fire is thrown. So shalt thou but thou amend Be burned in hell without end
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IEſu that his armes dyd ſprede And on a tree was done to dead From all perils he you defende I deſire audiēce til I haue made an ēde For I am come from God aboue To occupie his lawes to your behoue And am named Charitie There maye no man ſaued be without the helpe of me For he that Charitie doth refuſe Other vertues though he do vſe Without Charitie it wyll not be For it is written in the faithe Qim in charitate in deo moue I am the gate I tell the Of heauen that ioiful cytie Ther maie no man thider come But of charyty he muſt haue ſome Or he may not come iwis Vnto heauen the citie of blyſſe therfore charitie who wil him take Apure ſoule it wil him make Before the face of God In the. A.B.C. of bokes the leaſt Yt is writen deus charitas eſt Lo charitie is a great thinge Of all vertues it is the kinge Whan God in earth was here liuinge Of chariti he found none endinge I was planted in his hart We two might not departe Out of his harte I did ſpringe throughe the might of the heauē king And all preeſtes that be Maie not lyue without charitye And charitey to them they do not take they may not receiue him that did them make And all this worlde of noughte A backe felowes and giue me roume Or I ſhall make you to auoyde ſone I am goodlye of perſone I am pereles where euer I come My name is youth I tell the I floryſh as the vine tre Who may be likened vnto me In my youthe and Iolitye My hearre is royall and buſhed thicke. My body plyaunt as a haſel ſtyck Myne armes be bothe fayre And ſtrong My fingers be both faire and longe My cheſt bigge as a tunne My legges vfoll lighte for to runne To hoppe and daunce and make mery By the maſſe I recke not a chery What ſo euer I do I am the heyre of my fathers lande And it is come into my hande I care for no more Are you ſo diſpoſed to doo To folowe vice and let vertue go Ye ſir euen ſo For nowe a dayes he is not ſet by Without he be vnthriftye You had nede to aſke God mercye Why do you ſo praſe your body Why knaue what is that to the Wilt thou let me to prayſe my body Whi ſhuld I not praiſe it & it be goodli I will not let for the what ſhal it be whan thou ſhalt flyt For the wealth into the pyt Therfore of it be not to boolde Leaſt thou for think it whan ye art old Ye maye be lykened to a tre In youth floryſhyng with royallte And in age it is cut downe And to the fyre is throwne. So ſhalt thou but thou amende Be burned in hel without ende