"The pawme is pureliche the hand, And hath power by hymselve, 11720 Other wise than the writhen fust, Or werkmanshipe of fyngres. For he hath power To putte out alle the joyntes, And to unfolde the folden fust, At the fyngres wille. "So is the Holy Goost God, Neither gretter ne lasse. {359} Than is the Sire and the Sone, And in the same myghte. 11730 And alle are thei but o God; As is myn hand and my fyngres, Unfolden or folden, My fust and my pawne, Al is but an hand; Evene in the myddes, He may receyve right noght, Reson it sheweth, For the fyngres that folde sholde And the fust make, 11740 For peyne of the pawme, Power hem failleth To clucche or to clawe, To clippe or to holde. "Were the myddel of myn hand Y-maymed or y-perissed, I sholde receyve right noght Of that I reche myghte. "Ac though my thombe and my fyngres Bothe were to-shullen, 11750 And the myddel of myn hand Withoute _male-ese_, In many kynnes maneres I myghte myself helpe, Bothe mene and amende, Though alle my fyngres oke. "By this skile, me thynketh, I se an evidence That who so synneth in the Seint Spirit, Assoilled worth he nevere, 11760 Neither here ne ellis where, As I herde telle. {360} _Qui peccat in Spiritu sancto, etc._ For he priketh God as in the pawme, That _peccat in Spiritu sancto_. For God the fader is as a fust, The Sone is as a fynger, The Holy Goost of hevene Is as it were the pawme; So who so synneth in the Seint Spirit, 11770 It semeth that he greveth God, that he grypeth with, And wolde his grace quenche. "And to a torche or a tapur The Trinité is likned; As wex and a weke Were twyned togideres, And thanne a fir flawmynge Forth out of bothe; And as wex and weke 11780 And hoot fir togideres Fostren forth a flawmbe And a fair leye, So dooth the Sire and the Sone And also _Spiritus sanctus_, That alle kynne cristene Clenseth of synnes And as thow seest som tyme Sodeynliche a torche, The blase therof y-blowe out, 11790 Yet brenneth the weke Withouten leye or light That the macche brenneth; So is the Holy Goost God, And grace withoute mercy To alle unkynde creatures, {361} That coveite to destruye Lele love or lif That oure Lord shapte.