PITY.
Full hard, for sin is now so grievous and ill,
That I think that it be growen to an impossible,
And yet one thing maketh me ever mourning:
That priests lack utterance to show their cunning;
And all the while that clerks do use so great sin,
Among the lay people look never for no mending.
PERSEVERANCE.
Alas, that is a heavy case,
That so great sin is used in every place;
I pray God it amend.
CONTEMPLATION.
Now God, that ever hath been man's friend,
Some better tidings soon us send!
For now I must be gone.
Farewell, good brethren here;
A great errand I have elsewhere,
That must needs be done:
I trust I will not long tarry;
Thither will I hie me shortly,
And come again, when I have done.
PERSEVERANCE.
Hither again, I trust, you will come;
Therefore God be with you.
CONTEMPLATION.
Sir, needs I must depart now;
Jesu me speed this day.