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17.188: For the fyngres that folde sholde and the fust make,<br />
17.189: For peyne of the pawme, power hem failleth<br />
17.190: To clucche or to clawe, to clippe or to holde.<br />
17.191: "Were the myddel of myn hand ymaymed or ypersshed,<br />
17.192: I sholde receyve right noght of that I reche myghte;<br />
17.193: Ac though rny thombe and my fynges bothe were toshullen<br />
17.194: And the myddel of myn hand withoute male ese,<br />
17.195: In many kynnes maneres I myghte myself helpe<br />
17.196: Bothe meve and amende, though alle my fyngres oke.<br />
17.197: "By this skile,' he seide, I se an evidence<br />
17.198: That whoso synneth in the Seint Spirit, assoilled worth he nevere,<br />
17.199: Neither here ne elliswhere, as I herde telle —<br />
17.199: Qui peccat in Spiritum Sanctum &c —<br />
17.200: For he priketh God as in the pawme, that peccat in Spiritu[m]<br />
Sanctu[m].<br />
17.201: For God the Fader is as a fust; the Sone is as a fynger;<br />
17.202: The Holy Goost of hevene is as it were the pawme.<br />
17.203: So whoso synneth ayeyns the Seint Spirit, it semeth that he greveth<br />
17.204: God that he grypeth with, and wolde his grace quenche.<br />
17.205: "For to a torche or a tapur the Trinite is likned —<br />
17.206: As wex and a weke were twyned togideres,<br />
17.207: And thanne a fir flawmynge forth out of bothe.<br />
17.208: And as wex and weke and warm fir togideres<br />
17.209: Fostren forth a flawmbe and a fair leye<br />
17.210: [That serveth thise swynkeres to se by anightes],<br />
17.211: So dooth the Sire and the Sone and also Spiritus Sanctus<br />
17.212: Fostren forth amonges folk love and bileve,<br />
17.213: That alle kynne Cristene clenseth of synnes.<br />
17.214: And as thow seest som tyme sodeynliche a torche —<br />
17.215: The blase therof yblowe out, yet brenneth the weke —<br />
17.216: Withouten leye or light, that [lowe] the macche brenneth;<br />
17.217: So is the Holy Goost God, and grace withoute mercy<br />
17.218: To alle unkynde creatures that coveite to destruye<br />
17.219: Lele love or lif that Oure Lord shapte.<br />
17.220: "And as glowynge gledes gladeth noght thise werkmen<br />
17.221: That werchen and waken in wyntres nyghtes,<br />
17.222: As dooth a kex or a candle that caught hath fir and blaseth,<br />
17.223: Namoore dooth Sire ne Sone ne Seint Spirit togideres<br />
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