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A16444	Here begynneth a lytell boke, that speketh of purgatorye [et] what purgatorye is [et] in what place, and of the paynes that be therin, and whiche soules do abyde therin tyll they be pourged of synne, and whiche abyde not there. ...; Prick of conscience. Book 4.	Rolle, Richard, of Hampole, 1290?-1349, attributed name.	1534 (1534)	STC 3360; ESTC S104624	17,494	44

his sake that byddeth it to be done That in his herte hath charyte knyt And for his sake wolde do it For god wyll nothynge do for his sake That wyll not charyte in his herte take This case falleth ofte as I vnderstande Betwene a lorde and his seruaunt bonde There that the lorde good and ryghtfull is And his seruaunt is wycked ywys And yf his seruaunt do any maner thynge That is good to the lordes byddynge Yet it maye auayle to some profyte Though he in goodnes haue no delyte And that is through reason and goodnes ywys Of hym through whom that prayer is For though it be agaynst the doers wyll Yet as agaynst the bydder it standeth styll But yf in charyte they were bothe The more were the helpe to the deth for sothe And also though a preest in any maner tyme be Synfull and out of charyte Yet he is goddes mynyster and holy churches That the sacrament vpon the aulter werches That is nought the lesse of myght All thoughe the preest lyue not aryght For though a preest that syngeth the masse Be neuer so full of wyckednesse Yet that sacrament that is so holy Maye not be enpayred through his foly Than maye a masse from payne soules brynge Though a synfull preest doth it synge For he syngeth the masse in goddes name Under whiche ordre he maye do no shame But preuy prayers made with good entent That be sayde besydes the sacrament Of a good preest doth more god paye Than of a synfull preest vsed eche daye But the offrynge of goddes body so swete Bryngeth many soules from paynes greate wherfore me thynketh that masses syngynge Maye rathest a soule from payne brynge That goth out of this worlde in charyte And in purgatorye clensed shall be But to them that be dampned for aye No good dede to them auayle maye Nother almes dede prayer ne masse For they ben as the boke bereth wytnesse Departed fro chryste that of Mary was borne And the soules of them euer be forlorne And as lymmes ben deed and layde in claye And all ben from the body awaye Than maye nothynge helpe in no maner kynde The lymmes that ben dryed as it were a rynde Ryght so all the helpe that a man can tell Nothynge auayleth to them that be in hell But yet helpe of frendes that be in goddes seruyce Maye auayle to the soule in some maner wyse For suche seruyce maye to the good be wrought So that in lesse payne they shall be brought For therto auayleth almes dedes and bedes To the soules that ben in all thre stedes For it auayleth to the soule that in purgatorye is To brynge it rather thens to blys Also it auayleth them that in heuen be sette For eche daye theyr ioye encreaseth therfore the bette And the mo that cōmeth in to that holy place The more is theyr ioye before goddes face Also it auayleth them that be in hell For the fewer shulde come there to dwell And the fewer that cōmeth there for syn The lesse payne they haue that ben therin And the mo that in to that place doth wende The more is theyr payne without ende Thus maye helpe of frendes auayle by reason To the soules that ben in that stronge pryson And namely to them that be in hell And to them also that in purgatorye doth dwell But suche helpe maketh no soules fro payne wende But charyte be with them at theyr ende For in hell was neuer no charyte And in heuen therof no nede maye be And as a man maye here with his honde Make a sete for another that is vnder bonde And is not of power it to make But another maketh it all for his sake Ryght so maye a man for the deed body do For of helpe he hath moche nede therto And the soules that ben to paradyse gone Nede of helpe they haue ryght none But yf any good dede for them be wrought It maye to the nedefull in helpe be brought For all the helpe that specyally is done here Auayleth to the soules that in purgatorye ere And to some more and to some lesse After that they be tolde of worthynesse And after that charyte is in them clere ynowe Of them that lyueth in erth amonges you That euer most be busye well for to do As well for hym selfe as for them in wo For whan a man shall from this worlde flytte Than can no man tell by no maner of wytte whether that he shall than in to purgatorye wende Other in to heuen blysse that hath none ende For some men semeth good and parfyte alone That after theyr deth daye be dampned full soone For perchaunce they ben full foule within And passeth of this worlde in deedly syn And some men semeth here that they lyue amysse That soone ben saued and wendeth to blysse For perchaunce in erth before theyr dyenge They ben amended of theyr myslyuynge But of this maye no man in certayne be For it falleth hooly to goddes ●ryuyte And neuerthelesse we shulde here byleue aye That all tho that dye go in good waye That we saye in erth here good werkes werche And hath all the sacramentes of holy churche And whether so they be oure frende or fo All thynge that is in us we shulde do And praye to almyghty god both lowde and styll For all chrysten soules as it is goddes wyll Yet men maye aske why me doth masses synge For yonge chyldren after theyr dyenge That of masses ne prayer hath no maner nede For they dyd neuer no maner synfull dede To this I maye answere by good reason That for reuerence of god is the encheson That masses me doth synge and prayers make That god both to yonge and olde his mercy take And also for the custome of holy churche And for them that ben deed some good to werche Nowe ye haue herde as the boke is wytnesse Nowe almes dede and prayers penaunce and masse That ben done through frendes true and certayne Maye helpe the soules that ben in stronge payne And nowe I wyll tell to you more therto what profyte pardon the soule maye do That is pourchased in erth in a good manere And also in clene lyfe whyle he lyueth here ¶ what pardon auayleth to mannes soule PArdon helpeth them by many wayes That haue purchased it ● theyr lyfe dayes For pardon of popes of bysshoppes hys That in erth is graunted or a man dye Maye auayle to the soule that in purgatorye is Yf it be purchased worthely ywys And yf they haue for theyr synnes contrycyon And ben shryuen before that same pardon Thā may pardō after theyr deth through godes sōde In purgatorye to them great profyte ●●nde For pardon that is ryght full and certayne Maye a man release both of dette and payne As farre as the pardon maye it areche For thus haue I lerned through clerke speche Pardon is nothynge elles to vs in lykenesse But of payne that is dette forgyuenesse Pardon maye no

theyr synnes from them be nome And here I haue tolde somedell to you Of the paynes of purgatorye that be harde ynowe ¶ Of the soules that wendeth in to purgatorye and abydeth there tyll they ben pourged of synne and whiche soules abyde not there THe soules that to purgatorye shulde wende whan that deth of them hath made an ende Nedes they must in purgatorye dwell And suffre paynes that ben smart and fell For eueryche syn̄e there shal be punysshed after kynde Through bytter paynes that there they shulde fynde After that theyr dedes ben more or lasse And theyr penaunce haue done or they hens passe But all soules abydeth not in that place For some after theyr deth anone haue grace And sykerly shulde wende to blysse As holy Innocentes that neuer dyd mysse And other soules of good men and parfyte That neuer in erthly thynge had any delyte But onely on god that them dere bought And here in erth great penaunce wrought But some men that deth sodaynly doth take And in deedly synne theyr ende make Euen in to hell they shulde wende And there dwell in payne euer without ende And that is no wonder me thynketh in my mynde For eche deedly synne so heuy is of kynde That it maye than within a lytell stounde Brynge a mannes soule in to hell grounde But a soule that is of deedly synne shryue And his trespase in erth is clenely forgyue And also the penaunce that is hym enioyned Ben not done here at dayes apoynted wherfore the soule is not clensed clene Of other small synnes that ofte cōmeth betwene Than these soules shulde ben saue But yet in purgatorye them behoueth to haue Harde payne and bytter and there abyde longe Tyll the soules haue theyr clensynge a fonge As they fyrste were whan they toke flesshe and bone And the holy baptysme at the font stone Yet telleth these clerkes also in this manere That so clene out of synne lyueth no man here Nother none so parfyte is in chrysten lawe Nor a chylde that is from his mother drawe That after his deth to heuen wendeth on hye Tyll he haue passed through that strayte waye And tyll he haue seen there the paynes euerychone But the yonge chyldren therof shall fele none For they coulde neuer no maner synne werche But went in the true waye of holy churche Therfore they shulde through purgatorye fle As doth the foule in the erth as euery man maye se without any pyne that myght them dere And from all wyckednes me shall them were But vnneth maye any man quyte there through go That ne shall of purgatorye fele some wo For that fyre wyll fonde hym to brenne Yf it maye on hym any venyall synne kenne For ye shulde vnderstande as I tell can That there is lyuynge none so parfyte a man That he some tyme ne thynketh an ydell thought And lyghtly letteth it passe and chargeth it nought Of the whiche he shall clenled be Or that he maye the face of god se For as golde that shyneth clere and bryght Semeth well pured vnto a mannes syght And yf it were put in to the fyre eft soone It shulde be the clerer by hym selfe alone Ryght so the soules in the same manere Of the parfyte men that semeth most clere Of all synnes and maketh them to god y are Yet they shall in purgatorye somedell fele of care For all they must nedes there through passe Both yonge and olde more and lasse For that same fyre that is there within Shall fynde on them some spotte of synne As lyght thought the whiche ben in vayne And for them they shulde there suffre payne For so pure golde fyned neuer in erth was As they ben through that fyre or they thens passe ¶ For whiche synnes a soule goth to hell MAny maner synnes y e the soules greuyth Reygneth amōges men y e in erth lyueth And some ben deedly ī thought in dede And some ben venyall as I in boke rede But synnes that men deedly doth call Shulde not in purgatorye be clensed all But tho ben punysshed euermore in hell And whiche these ben I wyll you tell These ben the heuy synnes that I wyll descrye Fyrste pryde than wrath and afterwarde enuye Glotonye and slouthe in goddes seruyce The foule synne of lechery and eke coueytyce Manslaughter also and false othes swerynge And sacrylege also and false wytnesse berynge Robbrye and to poore men to done rauayne These ben the synnes that bryngeth men to payne For eueryche of all these is a deedly synne And letteth mannes soule heuen to wynne And hatred also is deedly synne amonge Yf it be holde in mannes herte longe And dronkennes is deedly synne also Yf a man vse it and ofte wyll it do And therfore euery man that gylty be of this And thynke his soule to brynge to blys But he hym amende or he hens wende He shall not though he wolde after his lyues ende And in to purgatorye shall he neuer come But without ende in to hell be nome And yf he be repentaunt and shryfe Of all suche synne here by his lyfe Fro hell pyne than he maye hym saue But penaunce in his body yet must he haue Than must the soule gone after as I wene In to purgatorye tyll of synnes it be clene For penaunce done for synne as I tolde ere Nedes must be fulfylled here or there And whan thou att hole in body and thy myght last And ofte thou etest whan thou shuldest fast And whan the lyst slepe and wylt not aryse And euer cōmest to late to goddes seruyce And makest for thy synnes no maner sorowynge whan thou arte in good state and in lykynge Or whan thou prayest and makest thyne orayson And hast in thy prayer but lytell deuocyon Or whan thou hast lykynge through lust and lyfe In thy bed flesshely to medle with thy wyfe Onely thy lykynge more there to fulfyll Than to begette a chylde through goddes wyll And also whan thou vysytest men to late That haue great syckenes and ben in feble state Or men that lyeth here in stronge pryson Or haue in theyr bodyes any trybulacyon Or men that ben synfull and sory For theyr frendes soules that ben in purgatorye Them to vysyte it were great mede Through good prayers and almes dede And also yf thou do not after thyne estate To make them frendes that ben in debate And yf thou speke to any man but yf thou wyt why Bytterly with noyse and with lowde cry Or whan thou praysest any man more For encheson of glosynge than for his lore Or whan in churche makest any iangelynge Or thy waye is in any ydle thynge Be it out of churche or elles within It is accompted for a venyall synne And also whan thou arte ouer lyghtly wrothe And swerest and myght not holde thyne othe Or whan thou cursest any maner man And haste no cause hym for to ban Or whan thou supposest any wyckednesse Through euyll suspycyon or euyll