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Brother, I beseech thee, mercyfully to hear us,

And grant, that I with hearty desire by thy

Mighty aid be defended and conforted, in sorrow,

And adversity, I pray...

I cry, in my humiliation, pity me,

I feel the asp eating at me, do repent the sin,

I have begat for the exile of my soul,

Cast away your guilt upon me, lead me

Into given grace.

Brother, trustingly, thou believed me,

Pitied the jealousy, recognised the

Fragrance of my envy, brother bless me

For regretfully I cry...

Brother, I despised thee, for virtue was thy

Honesty, the shadows of your modesty haunts

My path of secularity, quelching the persona

Of what I am...                  ...I am frail...