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23 AN AUTUMN SONG
Nou skrinkeþ rose ant lylie-flour
þat whilen ber þat suete sauour
in somer, þat suete tyde;
ne is no quene so stark ne stour
ne no leuedy so bryht in bour
þat ded ne shal by glyde.
Whose wol fleysh lust forgon
ant heuene blis abyde,
on Iesu be is þoht anon,
þat þerled was ys side.
þat whilen ber þat suete sauour
in somer, þat suete tyde;
ne is no quene so stark ne stour
ne no leuedy so bryht in bour
þat ded ne shal by glyde.
Whose wol fleysh lust forgon
ant heuene blis abyde,
on Iesu be is þoht anon,
þat þerled was ys side.
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From Petresbourh in o morewenyng,
as y me wende o my pleyȝyng,
on mi folie y þohte;
menen y gon my mournyng
to hire þat ber þe heuene kyng,
of merci hire bysohte.
Ledy, preye þi sone for ous,
þat vs duere bohte,
ant shild vs from þe loþe hous
þat to þe fend is wrohte.
as y me wende o my pleyȝyng,
on mi folie y þohte;
menen y gon my mournyng
to hire þat ber þe heuene kyng,
of merci hire bysohte.
Ledy, preye þi sone for ous,
þat vs duere bohte,
ant shild vs from þe loþe hous
þat to þe fend is wrohte.
Myn herte of dedes wes fordred
of synne þat y haue my fleish fed
ant folewed al my tyme,
þat y not whider i shal be led
when y lygge on deþes bed,
in ioie ore into pyne.
On o ledy myn hope is,
moder ant virgyne,
we shulen into heuene blis
þurh hire medicine.
of synne þat y haue my fleish fed
ant folewed al my tyme,
þat y not whider i shal be led
when y lygge on deþes bed,
in ioie ore into pyne.
On o ledy myn hope is,
moder ant virgyne,
we shulen into heuene blis
þurh hire medicine.
Betere is hire medycyn
þen eny mede or eny wyn;
hire erbes smulleþ suete;
from Catenas into Dyuelyn
nis þer no leche so fyn
oure serewes to bete.
Mon þat feleþ eni sor
ant his folie wol lete,
wiþoute gold oþer eny tresor
he mai be sound ant sete.
þen eny mede or eny wyn;
hire erbes smulleþ suete;
from Catenas into Dyuelyn
nis þer no leche so fyn
oure serewes to bete.
Mon þat feleþ eni sor
ant his folie wol lete,
wiþoute gold oþer eny tresor
he mai be sound ant sete.
Of penaunce is his plastre al,
ant euer seruen hire y shal
nou ant al my lyue;
nou is fre þat er wes þral,
al þourh þat leuedy gent ant smal;
heried be hyr ioies fyue!
Wherso eny sek ys,
þider hye blyue;
þurh hire beoþ ybroht to blis
bo mayden ant wyue.
ant euer seruen hire y shal
nou ant al my lyue;
nou is fre þat er wes þral,
al þourh þat leuedy gent ant smal;
heried be hyr ioies fyue!
Wherso eny sek ys,
þider hye blyue;
þurh hire beoþ ybroht to blis
bo mayden ant wyue.
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For he þat dude is body on tre
of oure sunnes haue piete
þat weldes heouene boures!
Wymmon, wiþ þi iolyfte,
þou þench on Godes shoures.
Þah þou be whyt ant bryht on ble,
falewen shule þy floures.
Iesu, haue merci of me,
þat al þis world honoures.
of oure sunnes haue piete
þat weldes heouene boures!
Wymmon, wiþ þi iolyfte,
þou þench on Godes shoures.
Þah þou be whyt ant bryht on ble,
falewen shule þy floures.
Iesu, haue merci of me,
þat al þis world honoures.
Amen.
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