Though thy friendes from thee fail,
And death by rene hend[48] their life,
Why shouldest thou then weep or wail?
It is nought against God to strive: _it is useless._
Himself maked both man and wife--
To his bliss he bring us all: _may he bring._
However thou thole or thrive, _suffer._
Alway thank God for all.
What diverse sonde[49] that God thee send,
Here or in any other place,
Take it with good intent;
The sooner God will send his grace.
Though thy body be brought full base, _low._
Let not thy heart adown fall,
But think that God is where he was,
And alway thank God for all.
Though thy neighbour have world at will,
And thou far'st not so well as he,
Be not so mad to think him ill, _wish._ (?)
For his wealth envious to be:
The king of heaven himself can see
Who takes his sonde,[50] great or small;
Thus each man in his degree,
I rede thanke God for all. _counsel._
For Cristes love, be not so wild,
But rule thee by reason within and without;
And take in good heart and mind
The sonde that God sent all about; _the gospel._ (?)
Then dare I say withouten doubt,
That in heaven is made thy stall.
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