human
Ac dedly synne doth he noght, For Do-wel hym kepeth; And that is charité the champion, 4990 Chief help ayein synne; {154} For he strengheth men to stonde, And steereth mannes soule, And though the body bowe As boot dooth in the watre, Ay is thi soule saaf, But if thow wole thiselve Do a deedly synne, And drenche so thi soule, God wole suffre wel thi sleuthe, 5000 If thiself liketh. For he yaf thee a yeres-gyve, To yeme wel thiselve, And that is wit and free-wil, To every wight a porcion, To fleynge foweles, To fisshes and to beestes; Ac man hath moost therof, And moost is to blame, But if he werche wel therwith, 5010 As Do-wel hym teacheth.
gpt
I have no kynde knowyng, quod I,
human
To conceyven alle youre wordes; Ac if I may lyve and loke, I shal go lerne bettre.
gpt
I bikenne thee Crist, quod he,
human
That on cros deyde! And I seide,
gpt
The same Save yow fro myschaunce, And gyve yow grace on this grounde 5020 Goode men to worthe!