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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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Et alia de Sancta Maria.

Aue Maria, now say we so,
Moder and maydon was neuer non mo.
Gaude Maria, Cristis moder,
Mare, moder of þyn emne,
Þou bare my Lord; þou bare my Broder;
Þou bare a cumle Child and clene;
Þou stodist ful stil without wene,
When in þyn ere þis erand was doo,
When gracious God þe lyȝt within,
Gabrielis nuncio.
Aue Maria vt supra.
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Gaude Maria, Y gret with grace.
When Ihesu, þi Sun, of þe was bore,
Fol nyȝ þi brest þou con Him brace;
He secud; He soukid; He wept ful sore;
Þou fedist þat Flour þat neuer schal fade
With maydns melke, and sang þer-to,
Lolay! my Swete, I bare þe, Babe,
Cum peudoris lilleo.
Gaude Maria, þi myȝt was away,
When Crist, þi Son, on cros con dye,
Ful dolfully on Good Fryday,
Þat mone a moder sone hit se;
His blod vs boȝt fro care and striue;
His watere wondis vs waschid fro w[o];
Þe iij day fro deþ to lyue
Fulget resureccio.
Gaude Maria, þou burd so bryȝt,
Breȝter þen þe blossum þat blomyþ on þe hill,
Ful ioyful þou were to se seche a syȝt,
And al þe postilis so swet of wil,
Fore al and sum þai stod ful stil,
When fayrst of chap He swond ȝoue fro;
Fro erþe to heuen He styud ful stil,
Motu fertur proprio.
Gaude Maria, þat rose on ryse,
Moder and maid gentil and fre,
Precious, perrles princes of pes,
Þi boure is next þe Trinete;
Þi Sun as loue al knon of kynd,
Þi bode and soule He toke Him to;
Þou restist with Him þer as we fynd
In celi palacio.
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