I Would Be Clad in Christ's Skin

Gold and all this werdis win
Is nought but Cristes rode.
I wolde ben clad in Cristes skin
That ran so longe on blode,
And gon t'is herte and taken myn in—
There is a fulsum fode.
Then yef I littel of kith or kin,
For there is alle gode.
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