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8 Sore have I sinn’d Lord she said,

and spent my time in vain;

But bring me like a wandering sheep

into thy fold again.

O Lord my God, I will amend

my former wicked vice:

The thief for one poor silly word

past into paradice.

My laws and my commandiments,

saith Christ were known to thee,

But of the same in any wise,

Not yet one word did ye.

I grant the same, O Lord quoth she;

most lewedly did I live;

But yet the loving father did

his prodigal son forgive.

So I forgive thy soul, he said,

through thy cry;

Come then into my rest,

I will not thee deny.