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TARYE no lenger; toward thyn heritage
Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere.
Go eche day onward on thy pylgrymage;
Thynke howe short tyme thou hast abyden here.
Thy place is bygged above the sterres clere,
Noon erthly palys wrought in so statly wyse.
Come on, my frend, my brother most entere!
For the I offered my blood in sacryfice.
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Tarry no longer; toward thine heritage
Haste on thy way, and be of right good cheer
- Think not of amassing fortune.
Go each day onward on thy pilgramage;
Think how short time thou has been here
- Your time on this earth is limited.
Thy place is begged above the stars clear
Non earthly palace wrought in so stately ways
- A place in heaven, which cannot be matched on earth awaits.
Come on, my friend, my brother must enter
For thee I offer my blood in sacrifice.
- For I have died for you.
Very nice. This is quite exceptional.
John
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