_Petrus._ O, ȝe pepyl dyspeyryng, be glad! A grett cawse ȝe have, and ȝe kan se, The Lord that alle thynge of nought mad, Is comynge ȝour comfort to be. Alle your langoris salvyn xal he, ȝour helthe is more than ȝe kan wete, He xal cawse the blynde that thei xal se, The def to here, the dome for to speke! Thei that be crokyd, he xal cause hem to goo In the wey that John Baptyst of prophecyed; Sweche a leche kam ȝow nevyr non too, Wherfore what he comawndyth loke ȝe applyed. That som of ȝow be blynd, it may not be denyid; ffor hym that is ȝour makere with ȝour gostly ey ȝe xal not knowe; Of his comaundementes in ȝow gret neclygens is aspyed, Wherefore def fro gostly heryng clepe ȝow I howe. And som of ȝow may not go, ȝe be so crokyd; ffor of good werkyng in ȝow is lytyl habundawns, Tweyn fete hevery man xuld have and it were lokyd, Wyche xuld here the body gostly most of substawns; ffyrst is to love God above alle other plesawns; The secunde is to love thi neybore as thin owyn persone; And yf these tweyn be kepte in perseverawns; Into the celestyal habytacion ȝe arn habyl to gone. Many of ȝow be dome; why? for ȝe wole not redresse, Be mowthe ȝour dedys mortal but therin don perdure; Of the wyche but ȝe have contrycyon and ȝow confesse, ȝe may not inheryte hevyn, this I ȝow ensure. And of alle these maladyes ȝe may have gostly cure, ffor the hevenly leche is comyng ȝow for to vicyte; And as for payment he wole shewe ȝow no redrure, ffor with the love of ȝoure hertys he wole be aqwhyte. _Johannes Apostolus._ Onto my brotherys forseyd rehersalle, That ȝe xuld ȝeve the more veray confydens, I come with hym as testymonyalle, ffor to conferme I fortefye his sentens. This lord xal come without resystens, Onto the cety-ward he is now comyng, Wherefore dresse ȝow with alle dew dylygens, To honowre hym as ȝour makere and kyng. And to fulfylle the prophetys prophesé, Upon an asse he wole hedyr ryde, Shewing ȝow exawmple of humylyté, Devoydyng the abhomynable synne of pryde. Wheche hath ny conqweryd alle the werd wyde, Grettest cause of all ȝour trybulacyon, Use it ho so wole, for it is the best gyde, That ȝe may have to the place of dampnacyon. Now, brothyr in God, syth we have intellygens, That oure Lord is ny come to this ceté, To attend upon hys precyous presens, It syttyth to us, as semyth me. Wherfore to mete with hym now go we, I wold fere no thynge we where to late; To the ceté-ward fast drawyth he, Me semyth he is ny at the gate. _Here spekyth the iiij. ceteseyngs, the fyrst thus seyng_,