gods servant stuffs his face with holy food,
as with his love of god he stuffs his brain.
And seeks the vision of the bloody rood,
and dreams of christs blood falling like the rain.
how beautiful the sacred heart now bleeding,
with bronze spear blade so bright pierced sharply through.
thus eternity is gained by true believing
the words of men, so patently untrue.
For love is not true love, unless it’s torture,
and there is no true love without great pain,
and in the flesh there can be found no virtue
unless it be here mortified, for heavens gain.
So gods perfect earthly forms are here neglected,
lest, enjoyed here, they be by god rejected.
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