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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

in his lymmes there After that he hath in erth synned here But whyther a soule haue a body or none It shall haue payne as the body hath done ¶ And the fyfth payne though it be somwhat late Is hote brennynge fyre that northynge maye bate But almes dede masses and prayere That of frendes for them ben done here To abate that fyre tho thre ben best For they brynge soone mannes soule to rest But that fyre is hotter and more kene Than any fyre of this worlde that maye be sene For all the water that a man maye on thenche One sparcle of that fyre myght not quenche For one sparcle of that fyre is more brennynge Than all the fyre in this worlde lyghtnynge And the soule is also more tendre and nesshe Than a mannes body with blode and flesshe Than the soule that is so tender of kynde Must nedes theyr penaunce more harder fynde Than any maner body that euer alyue was Though it shulde there through make his pas But no soule maye from thens wende Tyll all theyr penaunce be brought to ende And that fyre werketh not through kynde a ryght In the same soule that to penaunce is dyght As doth the fyre that in erth brenneth here But euermore it werketh in another manere As god hath ordeyned for why it is so As it were an instrument that longeth therto Through the whiche the soule clensed maye be In the payne of purgatorye or that it god se For why all maner fyre that is therin It is a maner fyre for to waste synne For as the fyre in the worlde maye all thynge brenne And make metall melt and abrode renne And ryght so the fyre there through longe heat wasteth there both small synnes and great There be nowe fyres some more some lesse But all one maner fyre that neuer shall cesse For as the sonne maye ouer all thynge passe That men greuyth some more and some lesse Ryght so y e same fyre that in purgatorye is brought Some soules it pyneth sore and some nought For all soules must nedes dwell therin After that theyr charge is there of synne But some soules shulde delyuered be thens soone That here in erth haue theyr penaunce doone But some soule shall abyde there many a yere That lytell penaunce hath done with his body here And hath lyued longe in his synne also And therfore saynt Austyn sayth thus therto Necesse est vt tantus sit dolor pro peccatis quantus fuerit amor tanto divtius anima torquetur in penis quāto affec● tus mundanis inherebat desiderus c. ¶ Saynt Austyn sayth that nedefull it is That as moche sorowe he haue here and no les For euery synne and eke trespas As lust and lykynge in the synne was And he sayth also as before as rad That the more lykynge that a man in synne had And euer gyueth therto his lust and wyll His flesshely lykynge all to fulfyll The longer must nedes the soule in payne be In purgatorye that he maye not fle And or the soule maye se god in his face As thre thynges they must brenne in that place That is to saye as woode and haye also And stoble that wyll awaye with the fyre go For the most venyall synnes shulde brenne longe As a tre that is great and hath rotes stronge But the small synnes soone shall brenne awaye As doth stoble in erth whan fyre cōmeth there nye But the meane synnes brenneth not so soone For they brenne slowly and haue more to doone Ryght as doth the haye that with fyre is tende That longe lyeth smoketh or it be through brende Thus shulde they ben brende and wasten sore For theyr venyall synnes both lesse and more And for deedly synne that they ben of shryue And the trespasse therof god hath forgyue And penaunce therfore nought haue done here They shall there be brende in the same manere And whan they be fyned and made bryght Than shall they come before goddes syght In to mery Paradyse that is a ioyfull place That is euermore full of mercy and grace ¶ And the fyxte payne is for to tell For the soules vnclensed shulde there dwell Styll in purgatorye and be bounde fast with bondes of synne to make them agast And as many soules as be in that prysone For no gyfte they maye ne for no raunsome From that harde payne them selfe wynne Tyll that fyre haue brent theyr bondes of synne And thus they ben bounde both handes and fete In hote brennynge fyre that is wonder greate Certes than me thynketh no payne maye be more Than the soules suffreth that greuyth them sore For nothynge thens maye them borowe Nother abrydge any thynge of theyr moche sorowe Nother to helpe them thens to be brought For theyr owne prayer ne helpeth them nought But yf in erth they any good dyde As masses done songe and almes dede Of theyr frendes in erth y e to god for them besought That made this worlde and all thynge of nought Full harde ben the paynes y e the soules suffre there Yf hope of mercy soone after ne were But some tyme they shulde so moche payne haue That they take no kepe that god wyll them saue Therfore we shulde thynke that in erth ben here what payne the soule suffreth that is there Amonge soule fendes that there haue leue Some tyme the soules to tourment and greue As longe as they haue any spotte of synne For erst from that place maye no man them wynne Tyll they ben clensed and made all clene Of all maner synnes that none be sene And whan they ben deyuered of all maner synne No more payne shall they fele therin But soone than after they shall euen wende To the blysse of heuen that hath none ende ¶ And the seuenth payne is in lykenesse There that the soules ben as in wyldernesse There that defaulte is of all good thynge That a man myght haue of his lykynge For theyr payne to them is many foide For nowe they ben in great hete and nowe in colde And that payne to them is full longe As nowe in great hete and after colde stronge And there shulde suffre both hungre and threst And many great that paynes without any rest And sore ben bette to make more theyr payne with great stormes of hayle and of rayne And that betynge is both sharpe and kene But suche stormes neuer erst were sene As the soules there shulde fele and se And with dyuerse tourmentes tourmented be For some many a yere shall abyde there for synne Tyll they the syght of god cleanly maye wynne And suche maner paynes they shall haue euermore with many other tourmentes y e shall greue them sore But amonge all other a great payne that shall be The moche coueytyse that they haue to se The swete face of god that is euer so bryght And the longe taryenge of tht fayre syght But to that same syght maye they neuer come Tyll all

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