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The poems of John Audelay

Edited with introduction, notes and glossary [by Ella Keats Whiting]
Audelay, John

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Audite hec, omnes gentes: hanc epistolam scripsit Dominus Ihesus Christus manibus suis et misit in siuitatem Gazon vbi ego Petrus primum episcopatum accepi.
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In die epephanis &c.
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De Sancto Thome archiepiscopo cantuarienci.

I pra[y] ȝou, sers, al in-fere,
Worchip Seynt Thomas, þis hole marter.
For on a Tewsday Thomas was borne,
And on a Tuysday he was prest schorne,
And on a Tuysday his lyue was lorne,
And sofyrd martyrdam with myld chere.
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Fore hole cherche ryȝt al hit was,
Ellis we had þen songyn, alas!
And þe child þat vnborne was,
Schul haue boȝt his lyue ful dere.
Þer prestis were þral, he mad hem fre,
Þat no clerke hongid schuld be,
Bot eretyk or fore traytre,
Ȝif one soche case fal þer were.
Þe[n] no child criston schuld be,
Ne clerke take ordere in no degre,
[N]e mayde mared in no cuntre,
Without trebeut in þe kyng dangere.
Þus hole cherche he mad fre;
Fore fyfte poyntis he dyed treuly;
In heuen worchipt mot he be,
And fader and moder him gete and bere.
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