[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||
At euensong-tyme: of þe passion, and of þe Maunde.
At Euensong-tyme þenk verreyli:ffor ded was founden his swete bodi,
Ioseph þenne of Aramathi
Tok him doun deuoutli,
Of Pilat, þat þenne was heiȝ Iustise,
He asked no more for his seruyse.
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Hit was hud in þy godhed;
As gras is stomped for medicyne,
So were þou fruscht wiþ muche pyne;
Allas for deol, boþe euen and Morn,
Þe Croune of blisse lai vnder a þorn!
[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||