wipeð his eien. Riht so ure
Louerd let us one iwurðen oðer
hwules, and wiðdraweð his grace
and his kunfort, ðet we ne ivindeð
swetnesse in none ðinge ðet we wel
doð, ne savor of heorte; and ðauh,
iðet ilke point ne luveð he us
ure leove veder never ðe lesce,
auh he deð hit for muchel luve
ðet he haveð to us."

The sixth comfort is that
our Lord, when he suffers
that we be tempted, he plays with
us, as the mother with her young
darling; she flees from it, and
hides herself, and lets it sit alone
and look anxiously about and cry
"Dame! dame!" and weep
awhile; and then with outspread
arms leaps laughing
forth and clasps and kisses it and
wipes its eyes. Exactly so our
Lord leaves us alone once in a
while and withdraws his grace
and his comfort, that we find
sweetness in nothing that we do well,
no relish of heart; and notwithstanding,
at the same time, he, our dear
Father, loves us nevertheless,