 | Joseph of Arimathie |  |
Þenne com Ihesu crist so cler in him-seluen,
aftur þe furste blusch we ne miȝte him bi-holden,
And a wynt and a sauor whappede us vmbe,
we weore so wel of vr-self we nuste what we duden.
He vsede of Goddes bord & a writ brouhte,
bi-tauȝte me and my moder murily to holden;
þus cristendom I tok in þat ilke tyme.”
aftur þe furste blusch we ne miȝte him bi-holden,
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we weore so wel of vr-self we nuste what we duden.
He vsede of Goddes bord & a writ brouhte,
bi-tauȝte me and my moder murily to holden;
þus cristendom I tok in þat ilke tyme.”
“whi hastou let so longe þi lord þis lyf leden?”
“Sire, forsoþe,” heo seis “syker I ne dorste,
He is so feol in him-self for no þing be-knowen,
Bote herkene of god whon he his grace sende.
“Sire, forsoþe,” heo seis “syker I ne dorste,
He is so feol in him-self for no þing be-knowen,
Bote herkene of god whon he his grace sende.
Hastou not herd þi-self hou euel he was to torne?”
| Joseph of Arimathie | |