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XVI.
Neuer þe lese cler I yow by-calle
If ȝe con se hyt be to done,
As þou art gloryous with-outen galle,
With-nay þou neuer my ruful bone.
Haf ȝe no woneȝ in castel walle,
Ne maner þer ȝe may mete & won?
Þou telleȝ me of Ierusalem þe ryche ryalle,
Þer dauid dere watȝ dyȝt on trone,
Bot by þyse holteȝ hit con not hone
Bot in Iudee hit is þat noble note;
As ȝe ar maskeleȝ vnder mone,
Your woneȝ schulde by wyth-outen mote.
If ȝe con se hyt be to done,
As þou art gloryous with-outen galle,
With-nay þou neuer my ruful bone.
Haf ȝe no woneȝ in castel walle,
Ne maner þer ȝe may mete & won?
Þou telleȝ me of Ierusalem þe ryche ryalle,
Þer dauid dere watȝ dyȝt on trone,
Bot by þyse holteȝ hit con not hone
Bot in Iudee hit is þat noble note;
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Your woneȝ schulde by wyth-outen mote.
Þys moteleȝ meyny þou coneȝ of mele,
Of þousandeȝ þryȝt so gret a route,
A gret cete,for ȝe arn fele,
Yow by-hod haue with-outen doute;
So cumly a pakke of Ioly Iuele,
Wer euel don schulde lyȝ þer-oute;
& by þyse bonkeȝ þer I con gele
& I se no bygyng nawhere aboute,
I trowe al-one ȝe lenge & loute,
To loke on þe glory of þys grac[i]ous gote;
If þou hatȝ oþer bygyngeȝ stoute,
Now tech me to þat myry mote.
Of þousandeȝ þryȝt so gret a route,
A gret cete,for ȝe arn fele,
Yow by-hod haue with-outen doute;
So cumly a pakke of Ioly Iuele,
Wer euel don schulde lyȝ þer-oute;
& by þyse bonkeȝ þer I con gele
& I se no bygyng nawhere aboute,
I trowe al-one ȝe lenge & loute,
To loke on þe glory of þys grac[i]ous gote;
If þou hatȝ oþer bygyngeȝ stoute,
Now tech me to þat myry mote.
“That mote þou meneȝ in Iudy londe,”
Þat specyal spyce þen to me spakk,
“Þat is þe cyte þat þe lombe con fonde
To soffer inne sor for maneȝ sake,
Þe olde Ierusalem to vnder-stonde,
For þere þe olde gulte watȝ don to slake,
Bot þe nwe þat lyȝt of godeȝ sonde,
Þe apostel in apocalyppce in theme con take.
Þe lombe þer, with-outen spotteȝ blake,
Hatȝ feryed þyder hys fayre flot,
& as hys flok is with-outen flake,
So is hys mote with-outen moote.
Þat specyal spyce þen to me spakk,
“Þat is þe cyte þat þe lombe con fonde
To soffer inne sor for maneȝ sake,
Þe olde Ierusalem to vnder-stonde,
For þere þe olde gulte watȝ don to slake,
Bot þe nwe þat lyȝt of godeȝ sonde,
Þe apostel in apocalyppce in theme con take.
Þe lombe þer, with-outen spotteȝ blake,
Hatȝ feryed þyder hys fayre flot,
& as hys flok is with-outen flake,
So is hys mote with-outen moote.
Of motes two to carpe clene
& Ierusalem hyȝt boþe nawþeles,
Þat nys to yow no more to mene,
Bot cete of god oþer syȝt of pes.
In þat on oure pes watȝ mad at ene,
With payne to suffer þe lombe hit chese,
In þat oþer is noȝt bot pes to glene,
Þat ay schal laste with-outen reles,
Þat is þe borȝ þat we to pres,
Fro þat oure flesch be layd to rote;
Þer glory & blysse schal euer encres,
To þe meyny þat is with-outen mote.
& Ierusalem hyȝt boþe nawþeles,
Þat nys to yow no more to mene,
Bot cete of god oþer syȝt of pes.
In þat on oure pes watȝ mad at ene,
With payne to suffer þe lombe hit chese,
In þat oþer is noȝt bot pes to glene,
Þat ay schal laste with-outen reles,
Þat is þe borȝ þat we to pres,
Fro þat oure flesch be layd to rote;
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To þe meyny þat is with-outen mote.
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