The poems of John Audelay Edited with introduction, notes and glossary [by Ella Keats Whiting] |
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 | The poems of John Audelay |  |
52
De Sancto Fransisco.
Saynt Frances, to þe I say,
Saue þi breder boþ nyȝt and day.
Saue þi breder boþ nyȝt and day.
A hole confessoure þou were hone,
And leuydist in contemplacion,
To þyng on Cristis passioun,
Þat sofyrd deþ on Good Fryday;
Saynt Frawnces, to þe I pray.
And leuydist in contemplacion,
To þyng on Cristis passioun,
Þat sofyrd deþ on Good Fryday;
Saynt Frawnces, to þe I pray.
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His passion was in þe so feruent,
Þat He aperd to þi present;
Vpon þi body He set His prynt,
His v wondis, hit is no nay.
Þat He aperd to þi present;
Vpon þi body He set His prynt,
His v wondis, hit is no nay.
Vpon þi body þou hem bere,
Affter þat tyme ful iij ȝe[re];
To al men syȝt þai did apere;
No water myȝt wasche hem away.
Affter þat tyme ful iij ȝe[re];
To al men syȝt þai did apere;
No water myȝt wasche hem away.
Weder þou schuldist ete ore drenke,
On Cristis passion þou woldist þynke;
In v partys wes þi partyng
Of His sustinans, soþe to say.
On Cristis passion þou woldist þynke;
In v partys wes þi partyng
Of His sustinans, soþe to say.
Crist He grawnt þe specialy,
Fore on His passion þou hadist pete,
To feche þi breder out of purgatori,
Þat lyin þer in rewful aray.
Fore on His passion þou hadist pete,
To feche þi breder out of purgatori,
Þat lyin þer in rewful aray.
Þou þongis Crist of His swete sonde,
And þoȝtist to go to þe hole londe,
Fore dred of deþ þou woldist not wond,
To teche þe pepil þi Cristyn fay.
And þoȝtist to go to þe hole londe,
Fore dred of deþ þou woldist not wond,
To teche þe pepil þi Cristyn fay.
Þen Crist He knew welle þen entent,
And turned þe out of þat talent,
And bede þe make þi testament,
And come to me fore ens and ay.
And turned þe out of þat talent,
And bede þe make þi testament,
And come to me fore ens and ay.
A! hole Frawnces, now I se,
Fore my loue þat þou woldist dye;
Þou schalt haue ioy perpetual[e],
Þou hast dyssired mone a day.
Fore my loue þat þou woldist dye;
Þou schalt haue ioy perpetual[e],
Þou hast dyssired mone a day.
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His hole reule of relegiowne
To his breder he wrote anon,
And prayd ham fore Cristis passiowne,
To kepe hit wel boþ nyȝt and day.
To his breder he wrote anon,
And prayd ham fore Cristis passiowne,
To kepe hit wel boþ nyȝt and day.
A sad ensampil here mow ȝe se,
On Cristis passioun to haue pete,
And to leue in loue and charete,
Þen mere in hert be ȝe may.
On Cristis passioun to haue pete,
And to leue in loue and charete,
Þen mere in hert be ȝe may.
His last prayer to Crist þis was;
Fore al þat sustens þis hole place,
Gr[a]cious God, grawnt ham þi grace,
To-fore þi iugement at domysday.
Fore al þat sustens þis hole place,
Gr[a]cious God, grawnt ham þi grace,
To-fore þi iugement at domysday.
Pray we to Frawnses þat beþ present
To saue his breder and his couent,
Þat þai be neuer chamyd ne chent,
With wyckid man, ne fyndis fray.
To saue his breder and his couent,
Þat þai be neuer chamyd ne chent,
With wyckid man, ne fyndis fray.
I pray ȝoue, seris, pur charyte,
Redis þis caral reuerently,
Fore I mad hit with wepyng eye,
Ȝour broder Ion, þe blynd Awdlay.
Redis þis caral reuerently,
Fore I mad hit with wepyng eye,
Ȝour broder Ion, þe blynd Awdlay.
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