The Concordance

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ABC 47 Thin enemy and myn -- ladi, tak heede --	46
ABC 47 Thin enemy and myn -- ladi, tak heede --	46
ABC 148 Receyve me -- I can no ferther fleen.	148
ABC 167 And yit he wole not my dampnacioun --	166
A...............8
ABC 20 Han take on me a greevous accioun	20
ABC 34 For heer-biforn ful ofte in many a wyse	34
ABC 45 Al have I ben a beste in wil and deede,	44
ABC 58 Bicome a man, to have oure alliaunce,	58
ABC 67 For whan a soule falleth in errour	66
ABC 90 Brenninge, of which ther never a stikke brende,	90
ABC 116 He not to werre us swich a wonder wroughte,	116
ABC 172 Right soo thi Sone list as a lamb to deye.	172
A-FYR...........1
ABC 94 Had ben a-fyr, and this was in figure.	94
ABC.............184
ABC 1 Almighty and al merciable queene,	0
ABC 2 To whom that al this world fleeth for socour,	2
ABC 3 To have relees of sinne, of sorwe, and teene,	2
ABC 4 Glorious virgine, of alle floures flour,	4
ABC 5 To thee I flee, confounded in errour.	4
ABC 6 Help and releeve, thou mighti debonayre,	6
ABC 7 Have mercy on my perilous langour.	6
ABC 8 Venquisshed me hath my cruel adversaire.	8
ABC 9 Bountee so fix hath in thin herte his tente	8
ABC 10 That wel I wot thou wolt my socour bee;	10
ABC 11 Thou canst not warne him that with good entente	10
ABC 12 Axeth thin helpe, thin herte is ay so free.	12
ABC 13 Thou art largesse of pleyn felicitee,	12
ABC 14 Haven of refut, of quiete, and of reste.	14
ABC 15 Loo, how that theeves sevene chasen mee.	14
ABC 16 Help, lady bright, er that my ship tobreste.	16
ABC 17 Comfort is noon but in yow, ladi deere;	16
ABC 18 For loo, my sinne and my confusioun,	18
ABC 19 Which oughten not in thi presence appeere,	18
ABC 20 Han take on me a greevous accioun	20
ABC 21 Of verrey right and desperacioun;	20
ABC 22 And as bi right thei mighten wel susteene	22
ABC 23 That I were wurthi my dampnacioun,	22
ABC 24 Nere merci of you, blisful hevene queene.	24
ABC 25 Dowte is ther noon, thou queen of misericorde,	24
ABC 26 That thou n' art cause of grace and merci heere;	26
ABC 27 God vouched sauf thurgh thee with us to accorde.	26
ABC 28 For certes, Crystes blisful mooder deere,	28
ABC 29 Were now the bowe bent in swich maneere	28
ABC 30 As it was first of justice and of ire,	30
ABC 31 The rightful God nolde of no mercy heere;	30
ABC 32 But thurgh thee han we grace as we desire.	32
ABC 33 Evere hath myn hope of refut been in thee,	32
ABC 34 For heer-biforn ful ofte in many a wyse	34
ABC 35 Hast thou to misericorde receyved me.	34
ABC 36 But merci, ladi, at the grete assyse	36
ABC 37 Whan we shule come bifore the hye justyse.	36
ABC 38 So litel fruit shal thanne in me be founde	38
ABC 39 That, but thou er that day correcte [vice],	38
ABC 40 Of verrey right my werk wol me confounde.	40
ABC 41 Fleeinge, I flee for socour to thi tente	40
ABC 42 Me for to hide from tempeste ful of dreede,	42
ABC 43 Biseeching yow that ye you not absente	42
ABC 44 Thouh I be wikke. O, help yit at this neede!	44
ABC 45 Al have I ben a beste in wil and deede,	44
ABC 46 Yit, ladi, thou me cloth. with thi grace.	46
ABC 47 Thin enemy and myn -- ladi, tak heede --	46
ABC 48 Unto my deth in poynt is me to chace!	48
ABC 49 Glorious mayde and mooder, which that nevere	48
ABC 50 Were bitter, neither in erthe nor in see,	50
ABC 51 But ful of swetnesse and of merci evere,	50
ABC 52 Help that my Fader be not wroth with me.	52
ABC 53 Spek thou, for I ne dar not him ysee,	52
ABC 54 So have I doon in erthe, allas the while,	54
ABC 55 That certes, but if thou my socour bee,	54
ABC 56 To stink eterne he wole my gost exile.	56
ABC 57 He vouched sauf, tel him, as was his wille,	56
ABC 58 Bicome a man, to have oure alliaunce,	58
ABC 59 And with his precious blood he wrot the bille	58
ABC 60 Upon the crois as general acquitaunce	60
ABC 61 To every penitent in ful creaunce;	60
ABC 62 And therfore, ladi bright, thou for us praye.	62
ABC 63 Thanne shalt thou bothe stinte al his grevaunce,	62
ABC 64 And make oure foo to failen of his praye.	64
ABC 65 I wot it wel, thou wolt ben oure socour,	64
ABC 66 Thou art so ful of bowntee, in certeyn,	66
ABC 67 For whan a soule falleth in errour	66
ABC 68 Thi pitee goth and haleth him ayein.	68
ABC 69 Thanne makest thou his pees with his sovereyn	68
ABC 70 And bringest him out of the crooked strete.	70
ABC 71 Whoso thee loveth, he shal not love in veyn,	70
ABC 72 That shal he fynde as he the lyf shal lete.	72
ABC 73 Kalenderes enlumyned ben thei	72
ABC 74 That in this world ben lighted with thi name,	74
ABC 75 And whoso goth to yow the righte wey,	74
ABC 76 Him thar not drede in soule to be lame.	76
ABC 77 Now, queen of comfort, sith thou art that same	76
ABC 78 To whom I seeche for my medicyne,	78
ABC 79 Lat not my foo no more my wounde entame;	78
ABC 80 Myn hele into thin hand al I resygne.	80
ABC 81 Ladi, thi sorwe kan I not portreye	80
ABC 82 Under the cros, ne his greevous penaunce;	82
ABC 83 But for youre bothes peynes I yow preye,	82
ABC 84 Lat not oure alder foo make his bobaunce	84
ABC 85 That he hath in his lystes of mischaunce	84
ABC 86 Convict that ye bothe have bought so deere.	86
ABC 87 As I seide erst, thou ground of oure substaunce,	86
ABC 88 Continue on us thi pitous eyen cleere!	88
ABC 89 Moises, that saugh the bush with flawmes rede	88
ABC 90 Brenninge, of which ther never a stikke brende,	90
ABC 91 Was signe of thin unwemmed maidenhede.	90
ABC 92 Thou art the bush on which ther gan descende	92
ABC 93 The Holi Gost, the which that Moyses wende	92
ABC 94 Had ben a-fyr, and this was in figure.	94
ABC 95 Now, ladi, from the fyr thou us defende	94
ABC 96 Which that in helle eternalli shal dure.	96
ABC 97 Noble princesse, that nevere haddest peere,	96
ABC 98 Certes if any comfort in us bee,	98
ABC 99 That cometh of thee, thou Cristes mooder deere.	98
ABC 100 We han noon oother melodye or glee	100
ABC 101 Us to rejoyse in oure adversitee,	100
ABC 102 Ne advocat noon that wole and dar so preye	102
ABC 103 For us, and that for litel hire as yee	102
ABC 104 That helpen for an Ave-Marie or tweye.	104
ABC 105 O verrey light of eyen that ben blynde,	104
ABC 106 O verrey lust of labour and distresse,	106
ABC 107 O tresoreere of bountee to mankynde,	106
ABC 108 Thee whom God ches to mooder for humblesse!	108
ABC 109 From his ancille he made the maistresse	108
ABC 110 Of hevene and erthe, oure bille up for to beede.	110
ABC 111 This world awaiteth evere on thi goodnesse	110
ABC 112 For thou ne failest nevere wight at neede.	112
ABC 113 Purpos I have sum time for to enquere	112
ABC 114 Wherfore and whi the Holi Gost thee soughte	114
ABC 115 Whan Gabrielles vois cam to thin ere.	114
ABC 116 He not to werre us swich a wonder wroughte,	116
ABC 117 But for to save us that he sithen boughte.	116
ABC 118 Thanne needeth us no wepen us for to save,	118
ABC 119 But oonly ther we dide not, as us oughte,	118
ABC 120 Doo penitence, and merci axe and have.	120
ABC 121 Queen of comfort, yit whan I me bithinke	120
ABC 122 That I agilt have bothe him and thee,	122
ABC 123 And that my soule is worthi for to sinke,	122
ABC 124 Allas, I caityf, whider may I flee?	124
ABC 125 Who shal unto thi Sone my mene bee?	124
ABC 126 Who, but thiself, that art of pitee welle?	126
ABC 127 Thou hast more reuthe on oure adversitee	126
ABC 128 Than in this world might any tonge telle.	128
ABC 129 Redresse me, mooder, and me chastise,	128
ABC 130 For certeynly my Faderes chastisinge,	130
ABC 131 That dar I nouht abiden in no wise,	130
ABC 132 So hidous is his rightful rekenynge.	132
ABC 133 Mooder, of whom oure merci gan to springe,	132
ABC 134 Beth ye my juge and eek my soules leche;	134
ABC 135 For evere in you is pitee haboundinge	134
ABC 136 To ech that wole of pitee you biseeche.	136
ABC 137 Soth is that God ne granteth no pitee	136
ABC 138 Withoute thee; for God of his goodnesse	138
ABC 139 Foryiveth noon, but it like unto thee.	138
ABC 140 He hath thee maked vicaire and maistresse	140
ABC 141 Of al this world, and eek governouresse	140
ABC 142 Of hevene, and he represseth his justise	142
ABC 143 After thi wil; and therfore in witnesse	142
ABC 144 He hath thee corowned in so rial wise.	144
ABC 145 Temple devout, ther God hath his woninge,	144
ABC 146 Fro which these misbileeved deprived been,	146
ABC 147 To you my soule penitent I bringe.	146
ABC 148 Receyve me -- I can no ferther fleen.	148
ABC 149 With thornes venymous, O hevene queen,	148
ABC 150 For which the eerthe acursed was ful yore,	150
ABC 151 I am so wounded, as ye may wel seen,	150
ABC 152 That I am lost almost, it smert so sore.	152
ABC 153 Virgine, that art so noble of apparaile,	152
ABC 154 And ledest us into the hye tour	154
ABC 155 Of Paradys, thou me wisse and counsaile	154
ABC 156 How I may have thi grace and thi socour,	156
ABC 157 All have I ben in filthe and in errour.	156
ABC 158 Ladi, unto that court thou me ajourne	158
ABC 159 That cleped is thi bench, O freshe flour,	158
ABC 160 Ther as that merci evere shal sojourne.	160
ABC 161 Xristus, thi sone, that in this world alighte	160
ABC 162 Upon the cros to suffre his passioun,	162
ABC 163 And eek that Longius his herte pighte	162
ABC 164 And made his herte blood to renne adoun,	164
ABC 165 And al was this for my salvacioun;	164
ABC 166 And I to him am fals and eek unkynde,	166
ABC 167 And yit he wole not my dampnacioun --	166
ABC 168 This thanke I yow, socour of al mankynde!	168
ABC 169 Ysaac was figure of his deth, certeyn,	168
ABC 170 That so fer forth his fader wolde obeye	170
ABC 171 That him ne roughte nothing to be slayn;	170
ABC 172 Right soo thi Sone list as a lamb to deye.	172
ABC 173 Now, ladi ful of merci, I yow preye,	172
ABC 174 Sith he his merci mesured so large,	174
ABC 175 Be ye not skant, for alle we singe and seye	174
ABC 176 That ye ben from vengeaunce ay oure targe.	176
ABC 177 Zacharie yow clepeth the open welle	176
ABC 178 To wasshe sinful soule out of his gilt.	178
ABC 179 Therfore this lessoun oughte I wel to telle,	178
ABC 180 That, nere thi tender herte, we were spilt.	180
ABC 181 Now, ladi bryghte, sith thou canst and wilt	180
ABC 182 Ben to the seed of Adam merciable,	182
ABC 183 Bring us to that palais that is bilt	182
ABC 184 To penitentes that ben to merci able. Amen.	184