human
I myghte noght ete many yeres As a man oughte, For envye and yvel wil Is yvel to defie. May no sugre ne swete thyng Aswage my swellyng? Ne no _diapenidion_ Dryve it fro myn herte? Ne neither shrifte ne shame, But who so shrape my mawe?
gpt
Yis redily, quod Repentaunce, And radde hym to the beste,
human
Sorwe of synnes Is savacion of soules.
gpt
Amonges burgeises have I be Dwellyng at Londone, 2730 And gart bakbityng be a brocour To blame mennes ware; Whan he solde and I nought, Thanne was I redy {85} To lye and to loure on my neghebore, And to lakke his chaffare; I wole amende this, if I may, Thorugh myght of God almyghty.