[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||
At cumplin-tyme: of his passion, and of his buriinge.
At Cumplin þenk wiþ good ententHou crist in to a gardyn went
After þe Maunde, forto prey
His ffader þat passion to don a-wey;
Þe Monhede of hym so sore dredde þat
Þat blod & water þer so he swat
Þat hit dropped doun in þat place
In to þe eorþe from his face.
[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||