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Incipit carmen secundum ordinem litterarum alphabeti	A
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Almighty and al merciable queene	B
To whom that al this world fleeth for socour	C
To have relees of sinne of sorwe and teene	B
Glorious virgine of alle floures flour	C
To thee I flee confounded in errour	C
Help and releeve thou mighti debonayre	C
Have mercy on my perilous langour	C
Venquisshed me hath my cruel adversaire	C
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Bountee so fix hath in thin herte his tente	A
That wel I wot thou wolt my socour bee	D
Thou canst not warne him that with good entente	A
Axeth thin helpe thin herte is ay so free	D
Thou art largesse of pleyn felicitee	A
Haven of refut of quiete and of reste	A
Loo how that theeves sevene chasen mee	D
Help lady bright er that my ship tobreste Riv p	D
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Comfort is noon but in yow ladi deere	C
For loo my sinne and my confusioun	B
Which oughten not in thi presence appeere	C
Han take on me a greevous accioun	B
Of verrey right and desperacioun	B
And as hi right thei mighten wel susteene	B
That I were wurthi my dampnacioun	B
Nere merci of you blisful hevene queene	B
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Dowte is ther noon thou queen of misericorde	A
That thou n'art cause of grace and merci heere	C
God vouched sauf thurgh thee with us to accorde	A
For certes Crystes blisful mooder deere	C
Were now the bowe bent in swich maneere	C
As it was first of justice and of ire	C
The rightful God nolde of no mercy heere	C
But thurgh thee han we grace as we desire	C
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Evere hath myn hope of refut been in thee	D
For heer biforn ful ofte in many a wyse	E
Hast thou to misericorde receyved me	D
But merci ladi at the grete assyse	E
Whan we shule come bifore the hye justyse	E
So litel fruit shal thanne in me be founde	A
That but thou er that day correcte vice	E
Of verrey right my werk wol me confounde	A
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Fleeinge I flee for socour to thi tente	A
Me for to hide from tempeste ful of dreede	A
Biseeching yow that ye you not absente	A
Thouh I be wikke O help yit at this neede	A
Al have I ben a beste in wil and deede	A
Yit ladi thou me clothe with thi grace	E
Thin enemy and myn ladi tak heede	A
Unto my deth in poynt is me to chace	E
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Glorious mayde and mooder which that nevere	C
Were bitter neither in erthe nor in see	E
But ful of swetnesse and of merci evere	C
Help that my Fader be not wroth with me	E
Spek thou for I ne dar not him ysee	E
So have I doon in erthe allas the while	F
That certes but if thou my socour bee	E
To stink eterne he wole my gost exile	F
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He vouched sauf tel him as was his wille	G
Bicome a man to have oure alliaunce	E
And with his precious blood he wrot the bille	F
Upon the crois as general acquitaunce	E
To every penitent in ful creaunce	E
And therfore ladi bright thou for us praye	H
Thanne shalt thou bothe stinte al his grevaunce	E
And make oure foo to failen of his praye	H
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I wot it wel thou wolt ben oure socour	C
Thou art so ful of bowntee in certeyn	B
For whan a soule falleth in errour	C
Thi pitee goth and haleth him ayein	B
Thanne makest thou his pees with his sovereyn	B
And bringest him out of the crooked strete	A
Whoso thee loveth he shal not love in veyn	B
That shal he fynde as he the lyf shal lete	A
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Kalenderes enlumyned ben thei	D
That in this world ben lighted with thi name	I
And whoso goth to yow the righte wey	J
Him thar not drede in soule to be lame	I
Now queen of comfort sith thou art that same	I
To whom I seeche for my medicyne	B
Lat not my foo no more my wounde entame	I
Myn hele into thin hand al I resygne	B
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Ladi thi sorwe kan I not portreye	H
Under the cros ne his greevous penaunce	E
But for youre bothes peynes I yow preye	H
Lat not oure alder foo make his bobaunce	E
That he hath in his lystes of mischaunce	E
Convict that ye bothe have bought so deere	C
As I seide erst thou ground of oure substaunce	E
Continue on us thi pitous eyen cleere	C
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Moises that saugh the bush with flawmes rede	A
Brenninge of which ther never a stikke brende	A
Was signe of thin unwemmed maidenhede Riv p	E
Thou art the bush on which ther gan descende	A
The Holi Gost the which that Moyses wende	A
Had ben a fyr and this was in figure	C
Now ladi from the fyr thou us defende	A
Which that in helle eternalli shal dure	C
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Noble princesse that nevere haddest peere	C
Certes if any comfort in us bee	E
That cometh of thee thou Cristes mooder deere	C
We han noon oother melodye or glee	E
Us to rejoyse in oure adversitee	A
Ne advocat noon that wole and dar so preye	H
For us and that for litel hire as yee	H
That helpen for an Ave Marie or tweye	H
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O verrey light of eyen that ben blynde	A
O verrey lust of labour and distresse	E
O tresoreere of bountee to mankynde	A
Thee whom God ches to mooder for humblesse	E
From his ancille he made the maistresse	E
Of hevene and erthe oure bille up for to beede	A
This world awaiteth evere on thi goodnesse	E
For thou ne failest nevere wight at neede	A
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Purpos I have sum time for to enquere	C
Wherfore and whi the Holi Gost thee soughte	A
Whan Gabrielles vois cam to thin ere	C
He not to werre us swich a wonder wroughte	A
But for to save us that he sithen boughte	A
Thanne needeth us no wepen us for to save	K
But oonly ther we dide not as us oughte	A
Doo penitence and merci axe and have	L
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Queen of comfort yit whan I me bithinke	M
That I agilt have bothe him and thee	H
And that my soule is worthi for to sinke	M
Allas I caityf whider may I flee	H
Who shal unto thi Sone my mene bee	H
Who but thiself that art of pitee welle	N
Thou hast more reuthe on oure adversitee	A
Than in this world might any tonge telle	N
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Redresse me mooder and me chastise	E
For certeynly my Faderes chastisinge	O
That dar I nouht abiden in no wise	E
So hidous is his rightful rekenynge	O
Mooder of whom oure merci gan to springe	O
Beth ye my juge and eek my soules leche	P
For evere in you is pitee haboundinge	O
To ech that wole of pitee you biseeche	P
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Soth is that God ne granteth no pitee	A
Withoute thee for God of his goodnesse	E
Foryiveth noon but it like unto thee	H
He hath thee maked vicaire and maistresse	E
Of al this world and eek governouresse	E
Of hevene and he represseth his justise	E
After thi wil and therfore in witnesse	E
He hath thee corowned in so rial wise	E
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Temple devout ther God hath his woninge	O
Fro which these misbileeved deprived been	B
To you my soule penitent I bringe	O
Receyve me I can no ferther fleen	B
With thornes venymous O hevene queen	B
For which the eerthe acursed was ful yore	C
I am so wounded as ye may wel seen	B
That I am lost almost it smert so sore	C
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Virgine that art so noble of apparaile	N
And ledest us into the hye tour	C
Of Paradys thou me wisse and counsaile	N
How I may have thi grace and thi socour	C
All have I ben in filthe and in errour	C
Ladi unto that court thou me ajourne	B
That cleped is thi bench O freshe flour	C
Ther as that merci evere shal sojourne	B
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Xristus thi sone that in this world alighte	A
Upon the cros to suffre his passioun	B
And eek that Longius his herte pighte	A
And made his herte blood to renne adoun	B
And al was this for my salvacioun	B
And I to him am fals and eek unkynde	A
And yit he wole not my dampnacioun	B
This thanke I yow socour of al mankynde	A
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Ysaac was figure of his deth certeyn	B
That so fer forth his fader wolde obeye	H
That him ne roughte nothing to be slayn Riv p	H
Right soo thi Sone list as a lamb to deye	H
Now ladi ful of merci I yow preye	H
Sith he his merci mesured so large	O
Be ye not skant for alle we singe and seye	H
That ye ben from vengeaunce ay oure targe	O
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Zacharie yow clepeth the open welle	N
To wasshe sinful soule out of his gilt	A
Therfore this lessoun oughte I wel to telle	N
That nere thi tender herte we were spilt	A
Now ladi bryghte sith thou canst and wilt	A
Ben to the seed of Adam merciable	N
Bring us to that palais that is bilt	A
To penitentes that ben to merci able Amen	B