16. ANGELUS CHERUBYN.
A! lorde, lovid be thi name that us this lighte lente,
Sen Lucifer oure ledar es lighted so lawe,
For hys unbuxumnes in bale to be brente.
Thi rightwysnes [redes] to rewarde on rowe

Ilke warke eftyr [it] is wroghte.

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Thorowe grace of thi mercyfull myghte The cause I se itt in syghte,
Wharefore to bale he es broghte.

17. DEUS. Those foles for thaire fayre-hede in fantasyes
fell,
And hade mayne of mighte that marked tham and

made tham,

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For-thi efter thaire warkes were, in wo sall thai well, For sum ar fallen into fylthe that evermore sall fade
tham,
And never sall have grace for to gyrth tham.
So passande of power tham thoght tham,
Thai wolde noght me worschip that wroghte tham,

For-thi sall my wreth ever go with tham.

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18. Ande all that me wyrschippe sall wone here, i-wys, For-thi more forthe of my worke wyrke nowe I will.
Syn than ther mighte es for-marryde that mente all
o-mys,

Even to myne awne fygure this blys to fulfyll,

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Mankynde of moulde will I make; But fyrste wille I fourme, hym before,
All thyng that sall hym restore,
To whilke that his talents will take.

19. Ande in my fyrste makyng to mustyr my mighte,

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Sen erthe is vayne and voyde, and myrknes emel, I byd in my blyssyng yhe aungels gyf lyghte
To the erthe, for it faded when the fendes fell.

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