 | [Poems from the Vernon MS] |  |
Þenne þer was a swete metynge,
Swete cluppinge and swete cussynge!
A Mayde þat bar þe lord of alle þinge,
A wyf þat bar seint Ion in holy weddinge!
Swete cluppinge and swete cussynge!
A Mayde þat bar þe lord of alle þinge,
A wyf þat bar seint Ion in holy weddinge!
Þis was seynt Ion for whom bi-fore
His ffader hedde his speche for-lore,
And to þe tyme þat he was bore,
As þe Aungel seide bi-fore.
Ȝakarie was his ffadre name;
Gret mon he was and of good fame.
His ffader hedde his speche for-lore,
And to þe tyme þat he was bore,
As þe Aungel seide bi-fore.
Ȝakarie was his ffadre name;
Gret mon he was and of good fame.
Tyme com of þe seruyse,
Þat he don scholde in heore wyse:
In þe temple he saih vp rise
Bifore him a mon, and him gon agrise.
Þat he don scholde in heore wyse:
In þe temple he saih vp rise
Bifore him a mon, and him gon agrise.
| [Poems from the Vernon MS] | |