1
But I determened this in my silfe yt I wolde not come agayne to you in hevines.
2
For yf I make you sorye who is it that shuld make me glad but the same which is made sory by me?
3
And I wrote this same pistle vnto you lest yf I came I shuld take hevynes of them of whom I ought to reioyce. Certaynly this confidence have I in you all that my ioye is the ioye of you all.
4
For in great affliccion and anguysshe of hert I wrote vnto you with many teares: not to make you sory but that ye myght perceave the love which I have most specially vnto you.
5
If eny man hath caused sorow the same hath not made me sory but partely: lest I shuld greve you all.
6
It is sufficient vnto the same man that he was rebuked of many.
7
So that now contrary wyse ye ought to forgeve him and comforte him: lest that same persone shuld be swalowed vp with over moche hevines.
8
Wherfore I exhorte you that love maye have stregth over him.