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                    §77
 
Ase y me rod this ender day
By grene wode to seche play,
Mid herte y thohte al on a may,
   Suetest of alle thinge.
Lythe ant ich ou telle may
   Al of that suete thinge.
 
This maiden is suete ant fre of blod,
Briht ant feyr of milde mod;
Alle heo mai don us god
   Thurh hire bysechynge.
Of hire he tok fleysh ant blod,
   Jhesus hevene kynge.
 
With al mi lif y love that may;
He is mi solas nyht ant day,
My joie ant eke my beste play,
   Ant eke my lovelongynge.
Al the betere me is that day
   That ich of hire synge.
 
Of alle thinge y love hire mest:
My dayes blis, my nyhtes rest;
Heo counseileth ant helpeth best
   Bothe elde ant yynge.
Nou y may, yef y wole,
   The fif joyes mynge.
 
The furst joie of that wymman:
When Gabriel from hevene cam
Ant seide God shulde bicome man
   Ant of hire be bore
Ant bringe up of helle pyn
   Monkyn that wes forlore.
 
That other joie of that may
Wes o Cristesmasse day
When God wes bore on thoro lay
   Ant brohte us lyhtnesse.
The ster wes seie byfore day;
   This hirdes bereth wytnesse.
 
The thridde joie of that levedy:
That men clepeth the Epyphany,
When the kynges come wery 
   To presente hyre sone
With myrre, gold, ant encens,
   That wes mon bicome.
 
The furthe joie we telle mawen:
On Estermorewe wen hit gon dawen,
Hyre sone that wes slawen
   Aros in fleysh ant bon.
More joie ne mai me haven,
   Wyf ne mayden non.
 
The fifte joie of that wymman:
When hire body to hevene cam,
The soule to the body nam,
   Ase hit wes woned to bene.
Crist leve us alle with that wymman
   That joie al forte sene.
 
Preye we alle to oure levedy,
Ant to the sontes that woneth hire by,
That he of us haven merci
   Ant that we ne misse
In this world to ben holy
   Ant wynne hevene blysse. Amen.
 

                    §78
 
Nou skrinketh rose ant lylie flour,
That whilen ber that suete savour,
   In somer, that suete tide;
Ne is no quene so stark ne stour,
Ne no levedy so bryht in bour,
   That ded ne shal byglyde.
Whose wol fleysh lust forgon
   And hevene blis abyde,
On Jesu be is thoht anon,
   That therled was ys side.
 
From Petresbourh in o morewenyng,
As y me wende o my pleyghyng,
   On mi folie y thohte.
Menen y gon my mournyng
To hire that ber the hevene kyng;
   Of merci hire bysohte:
Ledy, preye thi sone for ous,
   That us duere bohte,
Ant shild us from the lothe hous
   That to the fend is wrohte.
 
Myn herte of dedes wes fordred,
Of synne that y have my fleish fed
   Ant folewed al my tyme,
That y not whider i shal be led,
When y lygge on dethes bed,
   In joie ore into pyne.
On o ledy myn hope is,
   Moder ant virgyne;
We shulen into hevene blis
   Thurh hire medicine. 
 
Betere is hire medycyn
Then eny mede or eny wyn;
   Hire erbes smulleth suete.
From Catenas into Dyvelyn
Nis ther no leche so fyn
   Oure serewes to bete.
Mon that feleth eni sor
   And his folie wol lete,
Withoute gold other eny tresor 
   He mai be sound ant sete.
 
Of penaunce is his plastre al;
Ant ever serven hire y shal
   Nou and al my lyve.
Nou is fre that er wes thral
Al thourh that levedy gent and smal.
   Heried be hyr joies fyve.
Wherso eny sek ys, 
   Thider hye blyve,
Thurh hire beoth ybroht to blis
   Bo mayden ant wyve.
 
For he that dude is body on tre
Of oure sunnes have pieté,
   That weldes heovene boures;
Wymmon, with thi jolyfté,
   Thou thench on Godes shoures
Thah thou be whyt and bryth on ble
   Falewen shule thy floures.
Jesu have merci of us
   That al this world honoures.
                     Amen.
 

                    §79
 
In a tabernacle of a toure,
As I stode musyng on the mone,
A crouned quene, most of honoure,
Apered in gostly syght ful sone.
She made compleynt thus by hyr one,
For mannes soule was wrapped in wo,
"I may nat leve mankynde allone,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"I longe for love of man my brother,
I am hys vokete to voyde hys vyce;
I am hys moder — I can none other — 
Why shuld I my dere chylde dispyce?
Yef he me wrathe in diverse wyse,
Though flesshes freelté fall me fro,
Yet must me rewe hym tyll he ryse,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"I byd, I byde in grete longyng,
I love, I loke when man woll crave,
I pleyne for pyté of peynyng;
Wolde he aske mercy, he shuld hit have.
Say to me, soule, and I shall save,
Byd me, my chylde, and I shall go;
Thow prayde me never but my son forgave,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"O wreche in the worlde, I loke on thee,
I se thy trespas day by day,
With lechery ageyns my chastité,
With pryde agene my pore aray;
My love abydeth, thyne ys away;
My love thee calleth, thow stelest me fro;
Sewe to me, synner, I thee pray,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"Moder of mercy I was for thee made;
Who nedeth hit but thow allone?
To gete thee grace I am more glade
Than thow to aske hit; why wylt thou noon?
When seyd I nay, tel me, tyll oon?
Forsoth never yet, to frende ne foo;
When thou askest nought, than make I moone,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"I seke thee in wele and wrechednesse,
I seke thee in ryches and poverté;
Thow man beholde where thy moder ys,
Why lovest thou me nat, syth I love thee?
Synful or sory how evere thow be,
So welcome to me there ar no mo;
I am thy suster, ryght trust on me,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"My childe ys outlawed for thy synne,
Mankynde ys bette for hys trespasse;
Yet prykketh myne hert that so ny my kynne
Shuld be dysseased, o sone, allasse!
Thow art hys brother, hys moder I was;
Thow sokyd my pappe, thow lovyd man so;
Thow dyed for hym, myne hert he has,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"Man, leve thy synne than for my sake;
Why shulde I gyf thee that thou nat wolde?
And yet yef thow synne, som prayere take
Or trust in me as I have tolde.
Am nat I thy moder called?
Why shulde I flee thee? I love thee soo,
I am thy frende, I helpe beholde,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"Now, sone," she sayde, "wylt thou sey nay,
Whan man wolde mende hym of hys mys?
Thow lete me never in veyne yet pray:
Than, synfull man, see thow to thys,
What day thou comest, welcome thow ys,
Thys hundreth yere yef thow were me fro;
I take thee ful fayne, I clyppe, I kysse,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"Now wold I syt and sey nomore,
Leve and loke with grete longyng;
When a man woll calle, I wol restore;
I love to save hym, he ys myne hosprynge;
No wonder yef myne hert on hym hynge,
He was my neyghbore — what may I doo? 
For hym had I thys worshippyng,
And therefore Amore langueo.
 
"Why was I crouned and made a quene?
Why was I called of mercy the welle?
Why shuld an erthly woman bene
So hygh in heven above aungelle?
For thee, mankynde, the truthe I telle;
Thou aske me helpe, and I shall do 
That I was ordeyned, kepe thee fro helle,
   Quia amore langueo.
 
"Nowe, man, have mynde on me forever,
Loke on thy love thus languysshyng;
Late us never fro other dissevere:
Myne helpe ys thyne oune; crepe under my wynge.
Thy syster ys a quene, thy brother ys a kynge,
Thys heritage ys tayled; sone, come therto,
Take me for thy wyfe and lerne to synge,
   Quia amore langueo."
 
 
                    §80
 
Upon a lady my love ys lente,
Withowtene change of any chere,
That ys lovely and contynent
And most at my desyre.
 
Thys lady ys yn my herte pyght;
Her to love y have gret haste.
With all my power and my myghth
To her y make myne herte stedfast.
 
Therfor wyll y non othur spowese,
Ner none othur loves for to take,
But only to here y make my vowes,
And all othur to forsake.
 
Thys lady ys gentyll and meke;
Moder she ys and well of all.
She ys nevur for to seke
Nothur to grete ner to small.
 
Redy she ys nyght and day,
To man and wommon and chylde ynfere,
Gyf that they wyll awght to here say,
Our prayeres mekely for to here.
 
To serve thys lady we all be bownde
Both nyghth and day yn every place,
Where evur we be, yn felde or towne,
Or elles yn any othur place.
 
Pray we to thys lady bryghth
In the worshyp of the Trinité
To brynge us alle to heven lyghth:
Amen, say we, for charyté.
 
 
                    §81
 
Maiden in the mor lay,
In the mor lay,
Sevenyst fulle
Sevenist fulle.
Maiden in the mor lay,
In the mor lay,
Sevenistes fulle ant a day.
 
Welle was hire mete:
Wat was hire mete?
The primerole ant the,
The primerole ant the,
Welle was hire mete:
Wat was hire mete?
The primerole ant the violet.
 
Welle was hire dryng:
Wat was hire dryng?
The chelde water of the,
The chelde water of the,
Welle was hire dryng: 
What was hire dryng?
The chelde water of the welle spring.
 
Welle was hire bour:
Wat was hire bour?
The red rose an te,
The red rose an te,
Welle was hire bour:
Wat was hire bour?
The rede rose an te lilie flour.
 

                    §82
 
   Lulley, lulley, lully, lulley,
   The fawcon hath born my mak away.
 
He bare hym up, he bare him down,
He bare hym into an orchard brown.
 
In that orchard ther was an hall,
That was hanged with purpill and pall.
 
And in that hall ther was a bede,
Hit was hangid with gold so rede.
 
And yn that bed ther lythe a knyght,
His wowndes bledyng day and nyght.
 
By that bedes side ther kneleth a may,
And she wepeth both nyght and day.
And by that bedes side ther stondith a ston,
"Corpus Christi" wretyn theron.
 
 
                    §83
 
Of on that is so fayr and bright,
   Velud maris stella,
Brighter than the dayis light,
   Parens et puella,
Ic crie to thee, thou se to me;
Levedy, preye thi sone for me,
   Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee,
   Maria.
 
Levedi, flour of alle thing,
   Rosa sine spina,
Thu bere Jhesu hevene king,
   Gratia divina;
Of alle thu berst the pris,
Levedi, quene of parays,
   Electa, 
Mayde, milde Moder,
   Es effecta.
 
Of kare, consell thou ert best,
   Felix fecundata;
Of alle wery thou ert rest,
   Mater honorata;
Bisek him with milde mod
That for ous alle sad is blod
   In cruce,
That we moten komen til him
   In luce.
 
Al this world was forlore
   Eva peccatrice,
Tyl our Lord was ybore
   De te genitrice:
With Ave it went away
Thuster nyth and comet the day
   Salutis, 
The welle springet hut of thee
   Virtutis.
 
Wel he wot he is thi sone,
   Ventre quem portasti;
He wyl nout werne thee thi bone,
   Parvum quem lactasti.
So hende and so god he his
He havet brout ous to blis
   Superni, 
That haves hidut the foule put
   Inferni.

(see note)
 
As I rode out the other day; (see note)
wood to seek pleasure
With; entirely; maiden
Sweetest; creatures
Listen and I may tell you
blessed one
 
gracious and noble; (see note)
Bright and fair; mind (temperament)
In every way she; good
Through her intercession
took
heaven's
 
life; maiden
She; solace
also; pleasure
 
better [to] me
I; her sing
 
most
 
She
old; young
if I will; (see note)
five; recall
 
(see note)
came
said
her be born
from Hell's torment
Mankind; lost
 
second joy; maiden
Was on
in perfect light; (see note)
brightness/light; (see note)
star was visible; (see note)
These shepherds bear
 
lady
call
weary
her
incense
Who was man
 
may
Easter morning; began [to] dawn; (see note)
Her son; slain
Arose; bone
More joy one may not have
Neither wife nor maiden
 
 
(see note)
returned
it was accustomed to be
grant us
joy completely to see
 
lady
saints; live with her
they
[do] not fail
 
win/enjoy; bliss

 
(see note)
 
wither; (see note)
earlier bore; fragrance
summer; sweet time
Nor; queen; strong nor powerful
lady; chamber
Who shall not die
Who will forgo physical pleasures; (see note)
live in heavenly bliss
his thought constantly
Whose side was pierced
 
one morning
went out for my pleasure
I thought of my foolishness; (see note)
Complaining I began my lament
her who bore
Of her [I] sought mercy
us
Who dearly bought us
And protect; hateful
for the fiend is built
 
My heart was terrified of death
I have fed my body
And followed all my life
I do not know where I shall be led
I lie
Into joy or into pain
one
 
shall [go] into heavenly bliss; (see note)
Through her; (see note)
 
 
Than any mead or any wine
herbs smell sweet
Caithness; Dublin
There is no physician so fine
sorrows; cure
Man who feels any pain/sorrow
wishes to abandon his folly
any other treasure
safe and content
 
plaster (bandage); (see note)
I shall always serve her
 
Now [everyone who] formerly was enslaved is free
through; lady gentle; slender
Praised; five joys
Where anyone is sick
To there (her) let him hurry
 
 
 
put his body on the cross; (see note)
sins; pity
rules; dwellings
cheerfulness
think; suffering; (see note)
Though; bright; (see note)
Your flowers shall wither
(see note)
 


 
(see note)
 
niche; tower; (see note)
moon; (see note)
greatest; (see note)
Appeared in a vision; (see note)
on her own
 
 
Because I languish for love; (see note)
 
 
I am his advocate to eliminate his faults
I cannot do otherwise; (see note)
despise
If; anger
flesh's frailty fall from me; (see note)
pity; arises; (see note)
 
 
pray; wait
look; ask (desire); (see note)
lament; suffering
If he would ask; should have it
(see note)
 
You never prayed to me; (see note)
 
 
miserable [people]; (see note)
see
against (in contrast to)
against my humble array
 
calls you; steal away from me; (see note)
Sue (Pray); (see note)
 
 
I was made mother of mercy for you
needs it but you alone; (see note)
win you grace
Than you to ask it; none
to anyone
nor foe
then I complain
 
 
prosperity; (see note)
 
 
since
 
more
 
 
 
 
made better despite; (see note)
grieves; near
distressed/afflicted
Thou (sinner); (see note)
Thou (Jesus)
 
 
 
leave; then; (see note)
what you do not want
if you sin
 
not
you so; (see note)
(see note)
 
 
refuse; (see note)
correct himself; wrong-doing
vain
see to this
you are welcome
Were you away from me a hundred years; (see note)
gladly; embrace
 
 
 
Cease and wait
will call; will restore
offspring; (see note)
hang
do
(see note)
 
 
 
 
be
 
 
(see note)
That which; appointed; (see note)
 
 
be mindful of
(see note)
Let; each other separate
own; (see note)
 
tallied (guaranteed in writing); (see note)
(see note)
 
 
 
(see note)
 
bestowed (lent)
Without; mood (i.e., steadfast)
temperate
the center of; desire
 
is placed in my heart
I; great
might
I make my heart
 
I desire no other spouse
Nor other love to take
her I; (see note)
others
 
is gentle and meek
is; well; (see note)
never far to seek
Neither too great nor
 
Ready; (see note)
together
If; will only to her
meekly; hear
 
are bound
night
in field
else
 
bright
 
heaven's light
 
 
 
(see note)
 
moor; (see note)
 
 
,Seven nights; (see note)
 
 
and
 
Good; her food; (see note)
 
primrose and; (see note)
 
 
 
(see note)
 
drink; (see note)
 
cold; (see note)
 
 
 
 
 
bower; (see note)
 
and the; (see note)
 
 
 
lily flower

 
(see note)
 
 
falcon; mate/maker; (see note)
 
bore
(see note)
 
 
rich curtains; (see note)
 
bed
It; hung
 
in; there lay
 
 
kneels; maiden
weeps
bed's side; stands; stone
"Body of Christ" written
 
 
(see note)
 
one
As the star of the sea
day's
Mother and maiden
look upon; (see note)
Lady, beseech
So devoted
I might
 
 
flower; all creation; (see note)
Rose without thorn
 
By divine grace
are most excellent
 
Chosen one 
 
Made (Created); (see note)
 
consolation; (see note)
Joyfulness made fruitful; (see note)
(see note)
Honored mother
Beseech; (see note)
Who; shed his blood
On the cross
might come to
In the light 
 
lost
By the sinner Eve; (see note)
born; (see note)
By you his mother
Hail; (see note)
Dark night; comes
Of salvation; (see note)
springs out of you
Of virtue 
 
knows; (see note)
Whom you bore in your womb
refuse; prayer
The little one you suckled
courteous; good; is; (see note)
has brought; (see note)
Of heaven 
closed; pit
Of hell