NUNC OMNES PARITER VENITE CAPTI. — Metrum
10
"Cometh alle to-gidre now, ye that ben ykaught and ybounde
with wikkide cheynes by the desceyvable delyt of erthly thynges
enhabitynge in yowr thought! Her schal ben the reste of your
labours, her is the havene stable in pesible quiete; this allone
is the open refut to wreches. (Glose. This to seyn, that ye
that ben combryd and disseyvid with worldly affeccions, cometh
now to this sovereyn good, that is God, that is refut to hem that
wolen come to hym.) Textus. Alle the thinges that the ryver
Tagus yyveth yow with his goldene gravelis, or elles alle the
thinges that the ryver Hermus yeveth with his rede brinke, or
that Indus yyveth, that is next the hote partie of the world,
that medleth the grene stones with the white, ne scholden not
cleren the lookynge of your thought, but hiden rather your blynde
corages withynne here derknesse. Al that liketh yow here, and
exciteth and moeveth your thoughtes, the erthe hath norysschid
it in his lowe caves. But the schynynge by whiche the hevene is
governed and whennes that it hath his strengthe, that eschueth
the derke overthrowynge of the soule; and whosoevere may knowen
thilke light (of blisfulnesse),
he schal wel seyn that the white beemes of the sonne ne ben nat cleer."
