Scraps from the Arundel MS.

Sinful man look up and see, how ruefully I hung on rood; And of my penance have pity with sorrowful heart and dreary mood: All this, man, I suffered for thee: My flesh was riven, all spilt My blood; Lift up thine heart, call thou on Me, forsake thy sin: have mercy, God.

Think oft with sore heart of thy foul sins, Think oft of hell-woe, of heaven-kingdom's wins;[9] Think of thine own death, of God's death on rood, The grim doom of Doom's-day have thou oft in mood: Think how false is this world, and what its reward, Think what, for His good death, thou owest thy Lord.