"And as glowynge gledes 11800 Gladeth noght thise werkmen, That werchen and waken In wyntres nyghtes, As dooth a kex or a candle That caught hath fir and blaseth; Na-moore dooth Sire ne Sone Ne Seint Spirit togidres Graunte no grace Ne forgifnesse of synnes, Til the Holy Goost gynne 11810 To glowe and to blase. So that the Holy Goost Gloweth but as a glade, Til that lele love Ligge on hym and blowe, And thanne flawmeth he as fir On Fader and on _Filius_, And melteth hire myght into mercy; As men may se in wyntre Ysekeles and evesynges 11820 Thorugh hete of the sonne Melte in a minut while To myst and to watre. "So grace of the Holy Goost The greet myght of the Trinité Melteth to mercy, To merciable and to othere; And as wex withouten moore On a warm glede Wol brennen and blasen, 11830 {362} Be thei togideres, And solacen hem that mowe se, That sitten in derknesse. "So wol the Fader forgyve Folk of mylde hertes, That rufully repenten, And restitucion make, In as muche as thei mowen Amenden and paien; And if it suffise noght for assetz, 11840 That in swich a wille deyeth, Mercy for his mekenesse Wol maken good the remenaunt. And as the weke and fir Wol maken a warm flaumbe, For to murthen men myd That in the derke sitten; So wole Crist of his curteisie, And men crye hym mercy, Bothe forgyve and foryete, 11850 And yit bidde for us To the Fader of hevene Forgifnesse to have. "Ac hewe fir at a flynt Foure hundred wynter, But thow have tow to take it with, Tonder or broches, Al thi labour is lost, And al thi long travaille; For may no fir flaumbe make, 11860 Faille it is kynde. "So is the Holi Goost God, And grace withouten mercy To alle unkynde creatures, {363} Crist hymself witnesseth. _Amen dico vobis, nescio vos, etc._ "Be unkynde to thyn evene cristene, And al that thow kanst bidde, Delen and do penaunce Day and nyght evere, 11870 And purchace al the pardon Of Pampilon and Rome, And indulgences y-nowe, And be _ingratus_ to thi kynde, The Holy Goost hereth thee noght, Ne helpe may thee by reson; For unkyndenesse quencheth hym, That he kan noght shyne, Ne brenne ne blase clere For blowynge of unkyndenesse. 11880 Poul the apostel Preveth wheither I lye. _Si linguis hominum loquar, etc._