"Thus y-lik a lusard, With a lady visage, Thefliche thow me robbedest; And the olde lawe graunteth That gilours be bigiled, And that is good reson. _Dentem pro dente et oculum pro oculo._ = _Ergo_ soule shal soule quyte, 12761 And synne to synne wende, And al that man hath mys-do I, man, wole amende; Membre for membre By the olde lawe was amendes, And lif for lif also, {390} And by that lawe I clayme it, Adam and al his issue At my wille herafter, 12770 And that deeth in hem for-dide My deeth shal releve, And bothe quykne and quyte That queynt was thorugh synne. And that grace gile destruye, Good feith it asketh. So leve I noght, Lucifer, Ayein the lawe I fecche hem; But by right and by reson Raunsone here my liges. 12780 _Non veni solvere legem, sed adimplere._ = "Thow fettest myne in my place Ayeins alle reson, Falsliche and felonliche; Good feith me it taughte, To recovere hem thorugh raunson, And by no reson ellis. So that thorugh gile thow gete, Thorugh grace it is y-wonne. 12790 Thow Lucifer in liknesse Of a luther addere Getest bi gile Tho that God lovede. "And I in liknesse of a leode, That lord am of hevene, Graciousliche thi gile have quyt; Go gile ayein gile. And as Adam and alle Thorugh a tree deyden; 12800 Adam and alle thorugh a tree {391} Shul turne ayein to lyve; And gile is bi-giled, And in his gile fallen. _Et cecidit in foveam quam fecit._ "Now bi-gynneth thi gile Ageyn thee to turne, And my grace to growe Ay gretter and widder; That art doctour of deeth, 12810 Drynk that thow madest. "For I that am lord of lif, Love is my drynke; And for that drynke to-day I deide upon erthe. I faught so, me thursteth yit, For mannes soule sake; May no drynke me moiste, Ne my thurst slake, Til the vendage falle 12820 In the vale of Josaphat, That I drynke right ripe must, _Resurrectio mortuorum_; And thanne shal I come as a kyng, Crouned with aungeles, And have out of helle Alle mennes soules. "Fendes and fyndekynes Bifore me shul stande, And be at my biddyng 12830 Wher so evere me liketh; And to be merciable to man Thanne my kynde asketh. For we beth bretheren of blood, But noght in baptisme alle. {392} Ac alle that beth myne hole bretheren In blood and in baptisme. Shul noght be dampned to the deeth That is withouten ende. _Tibi soli peccavi, etc._ 12840