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But the pharises and scribes despised ye counsell of god agaynst them selves and were not baptised of him.
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And ye lorde sayd: Wher vnto shall I lyke the men of this generacion and what thinge are they lyke?
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They are lyke vnto chyldre sittynge in ye market place and cryinge one to another and sayinge: We have pyped vnto you and ye hahave not daunsed: we have mourned to you and ye have not wept.
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For Iohn baptist cam nether eatynge breed ner drinkynge wyne and ye saye: he hath the devyll.
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The sonne of man is come and eateth and drinketh and ye saye: beholde a man which is a glotton and a drinker of wyne a frende of publicans and synners.
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Yet is wysdome iustified of all her chyldren.
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And one of the pharises desyred him that he wolde eate with him. And he went into ye pharises housse and sate doune to meate.
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And beholde a woman in that cite which was a synner assone as she knewe that. Iesus sate at meate in the pharises housse she brought an alablaster boxe of oyntmet
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and she stode at his fete behynde him wepynge and beganne to wesshe his fete with teares and dyd wipe the with the heares of her heed and kyssed his fete and anoynted them with oyntment.
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When the pharise which bade him sawe that he spake with in him sylfe sayinge: If this man were a prophete he wolde surely have knowen who and what maner woman this is which toucheth him for she is a synner.
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And Iesus answered and sayde vnto him: Simon I have some what to saye vnto ye. And he sayd master saye on.
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There was a certayne lender which had two detters ye one ought five hondred pence and the other fyfty.
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When they had nothinge to paye he forgave the boothe. Which of them tell me will love him moost?
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Simon answered and sayde: I suppose that he to whom he forgave moost. And he sayde vnto him: Thou hast truly iudged.
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And he turned to the woman and sayde vnto Simon: Seist thou this woman? I entred into thy housse and thou gavest me noo water to my fete but she hath wesshed my fete with teares and wiped the with the heeres of her heed.
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Thou gavest me no kysse: but she sence ye tyme I came in hath not ceased to kysse my fete
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Myne heed wt oyle thou dydest not anoynte: but she hath annoynted my fete wt oyntmet.
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Wherefore I saye vnto the: many synnes are forgeve her for she loved moche. To whom lesse is forgeven the same doeth lesse love.
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And he sayde vnto her thy synnes are forgeven ye
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And they yt sate at meate with him beganne to saye within them selves: Who is this which forgeveth synnes also?
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And he sayde to ye woman: Thy faith hath saved the Goo in peace.