Hoccleve's Works. II The minor poems in the Ashburnham Ms. Addit. 133. ... Edited by Sir Israel Gollancz |
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II. Ad filium Honor et Gloria.
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O blessid chyld Iesu / what haast thow do,Þat for vs shuldist souffre swich Iewyse?
Louynge chyld / what stired thee ther-to,
That thow woldest be treted in swich wyse?
what causid thee to take þat empryse?
what was thy gilt, and thyn offense, I preye,
And cause of deeth / and dampnyng eek, I seye?
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I am the wownde of al thy greuance;I am the cause of thyn occisioun,
And of thy deeth / dessert / of thy vengeance
I am also verray flagicioun;
I causid thee thy greuous passioun;
Of thy torment I am solicitour,
Thow goddes sone / our Lord & Sauueour!
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O goddes secree disposicioun,And wondirful and priuee iugement,
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The wikkid man synneth / the good is shent;
The gilty trespaceth / the Innocent
Is beten / & the shrewe dooth offense,
The meek is dampned in his innocence.
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The peyne þat the wikkid man disserueth,The giltelees receiueth paciently;
The lord his seruant in his gilt preserueth
Fro punyshyng / & bieth it deerly
Him-self / & þat the man dooth wikkidly,
God keepith him fro punisshyng & teene,
And al þat charge / him list for him susteene.
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Fro whenne / blessid sone of god / fro whenneDescendid is thy greet humilitee?
whens comth the loue / we feele in thee brenne?
Fro whens eek is procedid thy pitee?
And fro whens growith thy benignitee?
whens streccith thy loue and affeccioun?
Fro whens is sprongen thy conpassioun?
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I am he / þat wroght haue synfully,And thow, giltlees, took vp on thee the peyne:
I dide amis / I synned greuously,
For which thow greeued were in euery veyne:
Thy louyng charitee nat list desdeyne
To bye our gilt / thogh thow were innocent,
But on the crois souffriddist thy torment.
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I woxe am prowd / thow keepist thy meeknesse;My flessh is bolned / thyn is woxen thynne;
Myn herte is wrappid in vnbuxumnesse;
And thow buxum / our soules for to wynne,
Boghtest deere our corrupt & roten synne;
My lust obeied vn-to glotonye,
But thee list nat / thee to þat lust applie.
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I was vanysshid by concupiscence,For to eten of the vnleefful tree;
And for my lust and inobedience,
Thy feruent loue / & parfyt charitee,
O blisful chyld / to the crois ladden thee:
where as þat I took the deffendid thyng,
Thow deidest for me, Iesu, heuene kyng.
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In mete & drynke / I delyte me;And on the gibet took thow greet duresse:
Betwixt tho two / is greet dyuersitee.
Taastid haue I the fair apples swetnesse;
Ofgalle thow taastist the bittirnesse:
Eeue me gladith / with a lawwhyng ye,
And weepynge vp-on thee / reewith Marie.
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O Kyng of glorie / thow beholde & seewhat peynes thow suffriddist for our sake!
And syn þat we so deere costed thee,
Thow keepe vs fro the might of feendes blake!
Lat nat thy charitable loue asslake;
And graunte vs grace thee to loue & drede,
And yeue vs heuene whan þat we be dede!
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