Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

18.327: And tho that Oure Lord lovede, into his light he laughte,
18.328: And seide to Sathan, "Lo! here my soule to amendes
18.329: For alle synfulle soules, to save tho that ben worthi.
18.330: Myne thei ben and of me — I may the bet hem cleyme.
18.331: Although reson recorde, and right of myselve,
18.332: That if thei ete the appul, alle sholde deye,
18.333: I bihighte hem noght here helle for evere.
18.334: For the dede that thei dide, thi deceite it made;
18.335: With gile thow hem gete, ageyn alle reson.
18.336: For in my paleis, Paradis, in persone of an addre,
18.337: Falsliche thow fettest there thyng that I lovede.
18.338: "Thus ylik a lusard with a lady visage,
18.339: Thefliche thow me robbedest; the Olde Lawe graunteth
18.340: That gilours be bigiled — and that is good reson:
18.341: Dentem pro dente et oculum pro oculo.
18.341: Ergo soule shal soule quyte and synne to synne wende,
18.342: And al that man hath mysdo, I, man, wole amende it.
18.343: Membre for membre [was amendes by the Olde Lawe],
18.344: And lif for lif also — and by that lawe I clayme
18.345: Adam and al his issue at my wille herafter.
18.346: And that deeth in hem fordide, my deeth shal releve,
18.347: And bothe quyke and quyte that queynt was thorugh synne;
18.348: And that grace gile destruye, good feith it asketh.
18.349: So leve it noght, Lucifer, ayein the lawe I fecche hem,
18.350: But by right and by reson raunsone here my liges:
18.350: Non veni solvere legem set adimplere.
18.351: "Thow fettest myne in my place ayeins alle reson —
18.352: Falsliche and felonliche; good feith me it taughte,
18.353: To recovere hem thorugh raunsoun, and by no reson ellis,
18.354: So that with gile thow gete, thorugh grace it is ywonne.
18.355: Thow, Lucifer, in liknesse of a luther addere
18.356: Getest bi gile tho that God lovede;
18.357: And I, in liknesse of a leode, that Lord am of hevene,
18.358: Graciousliche thi gile have quyt — go gile ayein gile!
18.359: And as Adam and alle thorugh a tree deyden,
18.360: Adam and alle thorugh a tree shal turne to lyve;
18.361: And gile is bigiled, and in his gile fallen:
18.361: Et cecidit in foveam quam fecit.
18.362: Now bigynneth thi gile ageyn thee to turne
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