5 *570 10 15 *580 20 25 *590 30 35 *600 40 45 *610 50 55 *620 60 65 *630 70 75 *640 80 85 *650 90 95 *660 100 105 *670 110 115	[Tunc venit Ysakar Episcopus. EPISCOPUS Listenyth, lordyngys, both hye and lowe, And tendyrly takyth heyd onto my sawe: Beth buxom and benyngne, youre busshopp to knowe. For I am that lord that made this lawe With hertys so hende herkyn nowe. Youre damyselys to weddyng, ya, loke that ye drawe. That passyn fourtene yere for what that ye owe, The lawe of God byddyth this sawe: That at fourtene yere of age, Every damesel whatso sche be To the encrese of more plenté, Shulde be browght in good degré Onto here spowsage. JOACHYM Herke now, Anne, my jentyl spowse, How that the buschop, his lawe hath tolde, That what man hath a dowtyr in his house That passyth fourtene yerys olde, He muste her brynge, I herde hym rowse, Into the tempyl a spowse to wedde. Wherfor oure dowtyr ryth good and dowse, Into the tempyl sche must be ledde And that anoon ryght sone. ANNE Sere, I grawnt that it be so. Agen the lawe may we not do! With her togedyr lete us now go — I hold it ryght weyl done. JOACHYM Sere busshopp, here aftyr thin owyn hest, We have here brought oure dowtyr dere: Mary, my swete childe, she is ful prest Of age: she is ful fourtene yere. EPISCOPUS Welcome, Joachym onto myn areste, Both Anne, thi wyf, and Mary clere. Now, Mary chylde, to the lawe thu leste And chese thee a spowse to be thi fere: That lawe thu must fulffylle. MARIA Agens the lawe wyl I nevyr be, But mannys felachep shal nevyr folwe me! I wyl levyn evyr in chastyté Be the grace of Goddys wylle! EPISCOPUS A, fayre mayde, why seyst thu so? What menyth thee for to levyn chast? Why wylt thu not to weddyng go? The cawse thu telle me, and that in hast! MARIA My fadyr and my modyr, sertys, also Er I was born, ye may me trast, Thei were bothe bareyn, her frute was do. They come to the tempyl at the last To do here sacryfice. Bycause they hadde nothyr frute nere chylde, Reprevyd they wore of wykkyd and wylde. With grett shame, thei were revylyd, Al men ded them dyspyce. My fadyr and my modyr, thei wepte full sore; Ful hevy here hertys wern of this dede! With wepynge eyn thei preyd, therfore, That God wolde socowre hem and sende hem sede. Iff God wold graunt hem a childe be bore, They behest the chylde her lyff shulde lede In Goddys temple to serve evyrmore And wurchep God in love and drede. Than God, ful of grace, He herd here longe prayour, And than sent hem both seed and flowre. Whan I was born in here bowre, To the temple offryd I was. Whan that I was to the temple brought And offerde up to God above, Ther hestyd I, as myn hert thought, To serve my God with hertyly love. Clennesse and chastyté myn hert owth, Erthely creature nevyr may shove. Such clene lyff shuld ye nouht, In no maner wyse, reprove. To this clennesse I me take. This is the cawse, as I yow tell, That I with man wyll nevyr mell. In the servyse of God wyl I evyr dwell: I wyl nevyr have other make. EPISCOPUS A, mercy God! These wordys wyse Of this fayr mayde clene, Thei trobyl myn hert in many wyse! Her wytt is grett, and that is sene In clennes to levyn in Godys servise. No man her blame non her tene. And yit in lawe, thus it lyce That such weddyd shulde bene Who shal expownd this oute: The lawe doth after lyff of clennes, The lawe doth bydde such maydenes expres That to spowsyng they shulde hem dres. God help us in this dowhte! This ansuere grettly trobelyth me. To mak a vow to creaturys, it is lefful — Vovete et reddite in Scripture have we. And to observe oure lawe, also it is nedful In this to dyscerne to me, it is dredful. Therefore, to cowncell me in this cas I calle The holde and the wyse and swich as ben spedful: In this, sey youre avyse, I besech yow alle. MINISTER To breke oure lawe and custom, it wore hard indede! And on that other syde, to do agen Scrypture, To geve sentens in this degré, ye must take good hede. For dowteles, this matere is dyffuse and obscure. Myn avyse here in this, I yow ensure, That we prey all God to have relacyon For be prayour, grett knowlech men recure. And to this, I counsell yow to geve assygnacyon. EPISCOPUS Trewly youre counsell is ryght, good, and eylsum. And, as ye han seyd, so shal it be. I charge yow, bretheryn and systerys: hedyr ye com And togedyr to God now pray we That it may plese his fynyte deyté, Knowleche in this to sendyn us. Mekely ech man falle down on kne, And we shal begynne: “Veni Creator Spiritus.”	Then comes Ysakar the bishop; (see note); (t-note) (see note); (t-note) heed; speech humble; meek hearts; obedient listen bring as you should these decrees whosoever increase; fruitfulness the proper way marriage daughter proclaim; (see note); (t-note) sweet right away Sir Against Sir bishop; command ready (t-note) dwelling; (t-note) pure listen choose; partner I.e., I’ll never come near man’s company live (t-note) mean you to live reason; haste (immediately) father; mother; certainly; (see note) Before; trust barren; fertility was past came their neither for wicked [behavior] reviled did scorn them father; mother sorrowful their hearts eyes help; them seed them; born promised [that]; life fear Then their then; them When; their bower When I promised; heart unrestrained Purity; possesses; (see note) Earthly; banish [them] not reject offer myself reason have intercourse; (see note) mate (t-note) heart; ways to live [may] blame nor censure her yet; remains be clearly explain a life of openly for marriage; prepare themselves doubt answer; (see note); (t-note) people; lawful Pray and render [tithes] daunting counsel; (t-note) old; wise; helpful advice (see note) against judgment; care; (t-note) complicated advice; assure all pray; instruction knowledge; obtain direction wholesome; (t-note) have said come here definite deity; (see note) (see note) Come Creator Spirit
	[Et hic cantent “Veni Creator.”1 And whan “Veni Creator” is don, the buschop shal seyn: (see note); (t-note)
*680 120 125 *690 130 135 *700 140 145 *710 150 155 *720 160 165 *730 170 175 *740 180 185 *750 190 195 *760 200 205 *770 210 215 *780 220 225 *790 230 235 *800 240 245 *810 250 255 *820 260 265 *830 270 275 *840 280 285 *850 290 295 *860 300 305 *870 310 315 *880 320 325 *890 330 335 *900 340 345 *910 350 355 *920 360 365 *930 370 375 *940 380 385 *950 390 395 *960 400 405 *970 410 415 *980 420 425 *990 430 435 *1000 440 445 *1010 450 455 *1020 460 465 *1030 470 475 *1040    480 485	Now, Lord God of Lordys, wysest of all, I pray thee, Lorde, knelynge on kne, With carefull herte I crye and calle. This dowteful dowte enforme thu me! ANGELUS Thy prayour is herd to hygh hevyn halle. God hath me sent here down to thee To tell thee what that thu do shalle, And how thu shalt be rewlyd in iche degré. Take tent and undyrstond: This is Goddys owyn byddyng, That all kynsmen of Davyd the kyng To the temple shul brynge here du offryng. With whyte yardys in ther honde. Loke wele what tyme they offere there! All here yardys in thin hand thu take. Take heed whose yerde doth blome and bere, And he shal be the maydenys make. EPISCOPUS I thank thee, Lord, with mylde chere. Thi wurde shal I werkyn withowtyn wrake. I shal send for hem, bothyn fer and nere, To werke thi wyl I undyrtake. Anon it shal be do! Herk, masangere — thu wend thi way: Davyd kynsmen, as I thee say. Byd hem com offyr this same day And brynge white yardys also. NUNCIUS Oy! All maner men takyth to me tent That be owgth of kynrede to David the kyng! My lord, the busshop, hath for yow sent To the temple that ye come with youre offryng. He chargight that ye hast yow, for he is redy bent Yow to receyve at youre comyng! He biddyth yow, ferthermore, in handys that ye hent A fayre white yerde, everych of yow, ye bryng In hyght. Tary not, I pray yow! My lord, as I say yow, Now to receyve yow Is full redy dyght. JOSEPH In gret labore my lyff I lede! Myne ocupasyoun lyth in many place; For febylnesse of age, my jorney I may not spede. I thank thee, gret God, of thi grace. GENERACIONIS DAVID 1 What chere, Joseph? What ys the case That ye lye here on this ground? JOSEPH Age and febylnesse doth me enbrase That I may nother well goo ne stond. GENERATIONIS DAVID 2 We be commandyd be the beschoppys sond That every man of Davyd kynrede In the tempyll to offyr a wond; Therfor in this jorney, let us procede! JOSEPH Me to traveyll, yt is no nede. I prey you, frendys, go forth youre wey. GENERATIONIS DAVID 3 Yis, com forth, Joseph, I you rede, And knowyth what the buschop woll sey. GENERATIONIS DAVID 4 Ther ys a mayd whos name ys clepyd Mary, Doughter to Joachym as it is told. Her to mary they woll asay, To som, many dowty and bold. JOSEPH Benedicité, I cannot undyrstande What oure prince of prestys doth men That every man shuld come and brynge with hym a whande. Abyl to be maryed, that is not I, so mote I then. I have be maydon evyr and evyr more wele ben — I chaungyd not yet of all my long lyff! And now to be maryed, sum man wold wen: It is a straunge thynge — an old man to take a yonge wyff. But nevyrthelesse, no doute of, we must forth to towne. Now, neyborys and kynnysmen, lete us forth go. I shal take a wand in my hand and cast of my gowne. Yf I falle than I shalle gronyn for wo. Hoso take away my staff, I say he were my fo! Ye be men — that [ye] wele ren — go ye before! I am old and also colde. Walkyng doth me wo. Therfore now wolde I, so my staff holde I, this jurney to wore.2 EPISCOPUS Serys, ye shal undyrstande That this is the cawse of oure comynge And why that ech of yow bryngyth a wande. For of God we have knowynge: Here is to be maryde a mayde yynge. All youre roddys ye shal brynge up to me, And on hese rodde that the Holy Gost is syttynge, He shal the husbond of this may be. [Hic portent virgas. JOSEPH It shal not be I, I ley a grote! I shal abyde behynde prevyly. Now wolde God, I were at hom in my cote! I am aschamyd to be seyn, veryly. GENERACIONIS DAVID 1 To wurchep my Lord God, hedyr am I come, Here for to offyr my dewe offrynge, A fayr white yarde in hand have I nome, My lord, sere busshop, at youre byddynge. GENERACIONIS DAVID 2 Of Davythis kynred, sertys, am I com. A fayr white yarde in hand now I bryng. My lord, the busshop, after youre owyn dom This yarde do I offre at youre chargyng Ryht here. GENERACIONIS DAVID 3 And I, a yarde have both fayr and whyght, Here in myn hond it is redy dyght. And here I offre it forth within syght, Ryght in good manere. GENERACIONIS DAVID 4 I am the fourte of Davidis kyn, And with myn offrynge, my God I honoure. This fayr whyte yarde is offryng myn. I trost in God of sum socoure. Com on, Joseph, with offrynge thin And brynge up thin as we han oure! Thu taryst ryth longe behynde, certeyn. Why comyst not forth to Goddys toure? Com on, man, for shame! JOSEPH Com, ya, ya! God help, full fayn I wolde! But I am so agyd and so olde That both myn leggys gyn to folde — I am ny almost lame! EPISCOPUS A, mercy Lord! I kan no sygne aspy! It is best we go ageyn to prayr. VOX He brought not up his rodde yet, trewly, To whom the mayd howyth to be maryed her. EPISCOPUS Whath, Joseph? Why stand ye there byhynde? Iwys, sere, ye be to blame! JOSEPH Sere, I kannot my rodde fynde! To come ther, in trowth, me thynkyht shame. EPISCOPUS Comyth thens! JOSEPH Sere, he may evyl go that is ner lame! In soth, I com as fast as I may! EPISCOPUS Offyr up youre rodde, sere, in Goddys name! Why do ye not as men yow pray? JOSEPH Now, in the wurchep of God of Heaven, I offyr this yerde as lely whyte, Prayng that Lord of gracyous stewyn With hert, with wytt, with mayn, with myght. And as he made the sterrys seven This sympyl offrynge that is so lyght To his wurchep he weldygh evyn. For to his wurchep this yerd is dyght. Lord God, I thee pray: To my herte thu take good hede, And nothynge to my synful dede, Aftyr my wyl thu qwyte my mede As plesyth to thi pay. I may not lyfte myn handys heye. Lo, lo, lo! What se ye now? EPISCOPUS A, mercy, mercy, mercy, Lord, we crye! The blyssyd of God we se art thou! [Et clamant omnes, “ Mercy! Mercy!” A, gracyous God in hevyn trone, Ryht wundyrful thi werkys be! Here may we se a merveyl one — A ded stok beryth flourys fre!nobr> Joseph, in hert withoutyn mone, Thu mayst be blyth with game and gle! A mayd to wedde thu must gone Be this meracle I do wel se — Mary is her name. JOSEPH What, shuld I wedde? God forbede! I am an old man, so God me spede! And with a wyff now to levyn in drede, It wore neyther sport nere game. EPISCOPUS Agens God, Joseph, thu mayst not stryve! God wyl that thu a wyff have. This fayr mayde shal be thi wyve — She is buxum and whyte as lave. JOSEPH A, shuld I have her? Ye lese my lyf! Alas, dere God, shuld I now rave? An old man may nevyr thryff With a yonge wyf, so God me save! Nay, nay, sere, let bene! Shuld I now in age begynne to dote? If I her chyde, she wolde clowte my cote, Blere myn ey and pyke out a mote. And thus oftyntymes, it is sene. EPISCOPUS Joseph, now as I thee saye, God hath assygnyd her to thee. That God wol have do, sey thu not nay! Oure Lord God wyl that it so be. JOSEPH Agens my God not do I may. Her wardeyn and kepere wyl I evyr be. But fayr maydon, I thee pray — Kepe thee clene as I shal me. I am a man of age! Therfore, sere busshop, I wyl that ye wete — That in bedde we shul nevyr mete, For iwys, mayden suete, An old man may not rage. EPISCOPUS This holyest virgyn shalt thu maryn now. Youre rodde floreschyth, fayrest that man may se. The Holy Gost we see syttyht on a bow. Now yelde we all preysyng to the Trenyté. [Et hic cantent: “Benedicta sit beata Trinitas”3; (t-note) Joseph, wole ye have this maydon to your wyff, And her honour and kepe as ye howe to do? JOSEPH Nay, sere, so mote I thryff, I have ryght no nede therto. EPISCOPUS Joseph, it is Goddys wyl it shuld be so! Sey aftyr me, as it is skyl. JOSEPH Sere, and to performe his wyl, I bow therto, For allthynge owyght to ben at his wyl. [Episcopus, et idem Joseph: EPISCOPUS Sey than after me: “Here I take thee, Mary, to wyff; To havyn, to holdyn, as God his wyll with us wyl make; And as longe as bethwen us lestyght oure lyff, To love yow as myselff, my trewth I yow take.” [Nunc ad Mariam sic dicens Episcopus: Mary, wole ye have this man, And hym to kepyn as youre lyff? MARIA In the tenderest wyse, fadyr, as I kan And with all my wyttys fyff. EPISCOPUS Joseph, with this ryng, now wedde thi wyff, And be her hand now thu her take. JOSEPH Sere, with this rynge, I wedde her ryff And take here now her for my make. EPISCOPUS Mary, mayd, withoutyn more stryff, Onto thi spowse thu hast hym take. MARIA In chastyté to ledyn my lyff, I shal hym nevyr forsake, But evyr with hym abyde. And, jentyll spowse, as ye an seyd, Lete me levyn as a clene mayd. I shal be trewe, be not dysmayd, Both terme, tyme, and tyde. EPISCOPUS Here is the holyest matremony that evyr was in this werd! The hygh names of oure Lord we wole now syng hy. We all wole this solempn dede record Devowtly: Alma chorus Domini nunc pangat nomina Summi.4 Now goth hom all in Godys name. Whereas youre wonyng was before Maydenys, to lete her go alone, it wore shame, It wold hevy youre hertys sore. Ye shal blysse the tyme that sche was bore. Now loke ye at hom her brynge. MARIA To have youre blyssyng, fadyr, I falle yow before. EPISCOPUS He blysse yow that hath non hendyng: In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.5 Joseph, thiselph art old of age, And thi wyff of age is yonge, And as we redyn in old sage Many man is sclepyr of tonge. Therfore evyl langage for to swage, That youre good fame may lest longe, Thre damysellys shul dwelle with yow in stage With thi wyf to be evyrmore amonge. I shal these thre here take: Susanne, the fyrst shal be; Rebecca, the secunde shal go with thee; Sephore, the thrydde. Loke that ye thre This maydon nevyr ye forsake SUSANNE Sere, I am redy at your wyll With this maydon for to wende. REBECCA Youre byddyng, sere, I shall fulffyl And folwe this maydon fayr and hende. SEPHOR To folwe hyr, it is good skyl, And to youre byddynge wole I bende. JOSEPH Now, sere buschop, hens go I wyl,> For now comyth onto my mende A matere that nedful is. EPISCOPUS Farewel, Joseph and Mary clere! I pray God kepe yow all in fere And send yow grace in good manere To serve the Kynge of Blysse. MARIA Fadyr and modyr, ye knowe this cas, How that it doth now stonde with me. With myn spowse I must forth passe And wott nevyr whan I shal yow se. Therfore, I pray yow here in this plas Of youre blyssynge for charyté, And I shal spede thee betyr and have more gras In what place that evyr I be. On knes to yow I falle. I pray yow, fadyr and modyr dere: To blysse youre owyn dere dowtere And pray for me in all manere, And I for yow all. JOACHYM Almyghty God, he mote thee blysse, And my blyssynge thu have also. In all godnesse, God thee wysse On londe, or on watyr, wherevyr thu go. ANNA Now God thee kepe from every mysse And save thee sownd in welth from wo. I pray thee, dowtyr, thu onys me kys Or that thi modyr parte thee fro. I pray to God thee save. I pray thee, Mary, my swete chylde: Be lowe and buxhum, meke and mylde, Sad and sobyr and nothyng wylde, And Goddys blyssyng thu have. JOACHYM Farwel, Joseph, and God yow spede, Wherso ye be in halle or boure. JOSEPH Almyghty God youre weys lede And save yow sownd from all doloure. ANNA Goddys grace on yow sprede! Farewel, Mary, my swete flowre! Fareweyl, Joseph, and God yow rede! Fareweyl, my chylde and my tresowre! Farewel, my dowtere yyng! MARIA Farewel, fadyr and modyr dere! At yow I take my leve ryght here. God that sytt in hevyn so clere Have yow in his kepyng. JOSEPH Wyff, it is ful necessary this ye knowe That I and my kynrede go hom before, For in soth, we have non hous of oure owe. Therfore I shal gon ordeyn, and thanne come yow fore. We ar not ryche of werdly thynge, And yet of oure sustenauns, we shal not mys. Therfore, abydyth here stylle to youre plesynge: To worchep youre God is all youre blysse. He that is and evyr shal be, Of hefne and helle ryche kynge, In erth hath chosyn poverté And all ryches and welthis refusynge. MARIA Goth, husbond, in oure Lordys blyssynge. He mote yow spede in all youre nede. And I shal here abyde youre agen comynge, And on my Sawtere book, I shal rede. Now, blyssyd be oure Lord for this: Of hefne and erthe and all that beryth lyff, I am most bound to yow, Lord, iwys, For now I am bothe mayde and wyff. Now, Lord God, dysspose me to prayour That I may sey the holy psalmes of Davyth, Wheche book is clepyd the Sawtere, That I may preyse thee, my God, therwith. Of the vertuys therof, this is the pygth: It makyht sowles fayr that doth it say; Angelys be steryd to help us therwith; It lytenyth therkeness and puttyth develys away. The song of psalmus is Goddys deté: Synne is put awey therby; It lernyth a man vertuysful to be; It feryth mannys herte gostly. Who that it usyth custommably, It claryfieth the herte, and charyté makyth cowthe. He may not faylen of Goddys mercy That hath the preysenge of God evyr in his mowthe. O, holy Psalmys! O, holy book! Swetter to say than any ony! Thu lernyst hem love, Lord, that on thee look And makyst hem desyre thyngys celestly. With these halwyd psalmys, Lord, I pray thee specyaly For all the creatures, qwyke and dede, That thu wylt shewe to hem thi mercy And to me specyaly, that do it rede. I have seyd sum of my Sawtere, and here I am At this holy psalme, indede: Benedixisti Domine terram tuam.6 In this holy labore, Lord, me spede. JOSEPH Mary, wyff and mayd most gracyous, Displese yow not, I pray yow, so long I have be. I have hyryd for us a lytyl praty hous, And therin ryght hesely levyn wole we. Come forth, Mary, and folwe me To Nazareth now wele we go. And all the maydonys bothe fayr and fre With my wyff comyth forth also. Now lystenyth well, wyff, what I tell thee: I must gon owth hens fer thee fro; I wyll go laboryn in fer countré With trewth to maynteyn oure housholde so. This nine monthis thu seyst me nowth. Kepe thee clene, my jentyl spowse And all thin maydenys in thin howse, That evyl langage I here not rowse, For hese love that all hath wrought. MARIA I pray to God he spede youre way, And in sowle helth, he mote yow kepe And sende yow helth bothe nyth and day, He shylde and save yow from al shenschepe. Now, Lord of Grace, to thee I pray: With morny mood on kne I krepe, Me save from synne, from tene and tray. With hert I mourne; with eye I wepe! Lord God of peté, Whan I sytt in my conclave, All myn hert on thee I have! Gracyous God, my maydenhed save, Evyr clene in chastyté.	(see note); (t-note) heavy heart uncertain; explain to (see note) each Pay attention God’s shall; their due branches; hands; (see note) Look well their branches bloom; bear [leaves]; (see note) maiden’s mate humble; (t-note) dispute them Quickly; done now go your way [To] David’s Bid them branches; (t-note) Listen!; manner [of]; attention any relation (t-note) commands; hasten take branch, every one On high; (see note) prepared (see note); (t-note) get there is the matter embrace neither; nor stand; (see note) by the bishop’s messenger; (t-note) David’s kindred wand; (t-note) (t-note) urge you; (t-note) called; (t-note) (t-note) they will try to marry worthy Bless me; (t-note) mean wand may I prosper a virgin; (see note) think twice (see note) no doubt cast off then; (t-note) Whoever; foe; (t-note) run fast; (t-note) (t-note) (t-note) Sirs knowledge young whose rod maiden Here they bring the branches I bet; (see note); (t-note) secretly cottage truly hither; (t-note) due; (t-note) branch; taken sir bishop; (t-note) David’s kindred, indeed judgment bidding white all set David’s kin trust; help your offering yours; have ours stall too long, certainly dwelling; (see note) [With] God’s help; gladly; (see note) aged begin nearly can see no sign; (see note) (see note) ought to be; here What Indeed, sir Sir; (see note) truly, seems shameful to me (t-note) with difficulty go In truth sir; (t-note) ask you (see note) branch; lily; (see note) Praying [to]; speech heart; mind; strength stars; (see note) little receives branch; ready heart; heed not to; deeds reward me pleasure high; (see note) see blessed; see And they all cry on heaven’s throne; (see note) marvel dead stock; fine flowers heart; regret happiness; (see note) go do By; see forbid God help me wife; live in dread It would be neither; nor Against wills wife humble; bread; (see note) destroy be passionate thrive sir, let it be scold, she’ll beat me Blur my vision; chide about a trifle; (see note) say to you will have done, don’t refuse wills; (t-note) Against warden I ask chaste will have you know meet indeed; sweet be passionate Marry; (see note) blooms, fairest; see bough yield; praising; Trinity; (see note) will; maiden; (see note) ought sir; may I prosper just have no need Say; proper everything ought to be The bishop, and then Joseph; (see note); (t-note) then; (see note) between; lasts our life my troth; pledge Then to Maria the bishop says to keep; life way five wits (see note) by promptly; (see note) her; mate argument Unto lead gentle; you have said live; virgin true (i.e., always) world; (see note) high; will; (see note) solemn deed go; God’s Wherever; dwelling Maidens sadden; hearts greatly bless; born bring her home blessing blesses; no ending you yourself are; (see note) young; (t-note) read; sages slippery to lessen reputation; last damsels; in your house; (see note) third. Look maiden to go (t-note) follow; worthy her; quite right will hence I will go mind necessary pure together situation (t-note) go know not when place prosper; grace daughter I [will do so] for may he guide land; water keep thee; misfortune keep thee safe kiss me once Before; from thee humble; obedient unruly God’s Farewell; (t-note) Wherever; bower [May]; lead keep; sound; grief guide treasure young father; mother From you May God; sits; bright (see note) kindred truth; no house; own prepare; for you worldly; (t-note) lack still; pleasing bliss heaven On earth wealth refuses Go; (see note) May he prosper you I shall await; return Psalter (t-note) heaven; earth; life indeed settle me; (see note) David Whose; called; Psalter praise you; with that virtues; pith (heart) souls fair Angels are stirred lightens darkness God’s ditty (song) teaches; virtuous inspires man’s heart spiritually uses it habitually purifies; makes known fail; God’s praise honey; (see note) teach them them; heavenly hallowed; ask; (t-note) people, living; dead; (see note); (t-note) show; them reads it Psalter; (see note) (see note) help me wife; maid have been rented; well-made little comfortably we will live follow; (see note) will maidens; noble go far away from thee far Truly These; you will see me not pure your maidens hear not spoken for God’s sake soul’s health; may health; night shield; disgrace mournful; knee I creep pain; grief heart pity private room; (see note) heart virginity Ever pure; (t-note)