6 (ii)


A SOUN tres chere et special,
Fer and ner and overal
        In mundo,
Que soy ou saltz et gré
With mouth, word and herte free

Jeo vous pry sans debat
That ye wolde of myn estat
Sertfyés a vous jeo fay
I wil in time whan I may

Pur vostre amour, allas, allas!
I am werse than I was
        Per multa:
Jeo suy dolourouse en tut manere,
Woulde God in youre armes I were

Vous estes ma morte et ma vye,
I preye you for your curteisie
Cestes maundés jeo vous pry
In youre herté stedefastly

7   This World’s Joy

c. 1300

WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
Nou thise leves1 waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike2 and mourne sare
    When hit cometh in my thoht
    Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.

Nou hit is, and nou hit nys,3
Al so hit ner nere,4 ywys;
That moni mon seith, soth5 hit ys:
    Al goth bote Godes wille:
    Alle we shule deye, thah6 us like ylle.

Al that gren me graveth grene,
Nou hit faleweth7 al bydene:8
Jehsu, help that hit be sene
    And shild us from helle!
For y not whider9 y shal, ne hou longe her duelle.10

8   Our Lady’s Song

c. 1375

IESU, swete sone dere!
On porful bed list thou here,
And that me greveth sore;
For thi cradel is ase a bere,1
Oxe and asse beth thi fere:2
    Weepe ich mai tharfore.

Iesu, swete, beo noth wroth,
Thou ich nabbe clout ne cloth
    The on for to folde,
    The on to folde ne to wrappe,
For ich nabbe clout ne lappe;3
Bote ley thou thi fet to my pappe,
    And wite4 the from the colde.

9   A Hymn to the Virgin

c. 1300

OF on1 that is so fayr and bright
           Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
           Parens et puella:
Ic crie to the, thou see to me,
Levedy,2 preye thi Sone for me,
           Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee

Al this world was for-lore
           Eva peccatrice,
Tyl our Lord was y-bore
           De te genetrice.
With ave it went away
Thuster3 nyth and cometh the day
The welle springeth ut of the

Levedy, flour of alle thing,
           Rosa sine spina,
Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,
           Gratia divina:
Of alle thu berst the pris,4
Levedy, quene of paradys
Mayde milde, Moder es

10   Of a rose, a lovely rose,
                                            Of a rose is al myn song.

c. 1400

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