459
?e holy gost wi?inne hym rest;
Charite sitte? in his breest,
Brennande as fyre. 462
Longe in pouerte his lijf he ha? led;
He ne com neuere in no bed
?ise seuentene ?ere; 465
His holy lijf, bot god alone,
Ne woot non in ?is werldes wone;
To seint? he may be pere.'
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? ?e sergeauntz lepen out in hast,
As men ?at weren sore agast,
And ful of grete drede 471
Of ?e ymage ?
at to hem spak
Of goddes
sergeaunt
wi?
outen lak
?at sat in beggers wede. 474
wyde aboute ?ai hym sou?th,
And ?ut founden ?ai hym nou?th
Amonge ?e pouere felawrede; 477
And whan ?ai nou?th hym fynde mi?th,
To ?at ymage onon ri?th
Hastilich ?ai ?
