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A06560	This boke is compyled by Dan Iohn Lydgate monke of Burye, at the excitacion [and] styrynge of the noble and victorious prynce, Kynge Henry the fyfthe, i[n] the honoure glorie [and] reuerence of the byrthe of our moste blessed Lady, mayde, wyfe, [and] mother of our lorde Iesu Christe, chapitred as foloweth by this table; Lyf of our lady	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1531 (1531)	STC 17025; ESTC S109664	89,192	232

there sholde be borne ¶ A chylde in soth without touche of man Of a mayde after his beheste That lyke a stone was I corne out than Whan he was borne of this hygh feste Onely to bere the crowne and the cheste In Babilonie of the greate ymage That made man fyrste for to do oultrage ¶ For nowe in soth comen is the day Of Prophetes so longe beforne behygh● For Christe Iesu playnly this is no nay Is lyke a stone who so loketh a right Whiche by his wysdome his fathers might And the vertue of the holy ghoste Was coruen out so clene of euery coste ¶ Of that blessed parfyte holy hill That groweth full of holsome floures fayre For our ofher that was in herte and will A parfyte mayde humble and debonayre Lyke as the dewe of heuen doth repayre Upon hermon alwaye newe and newe Amendynge ay the tresshnes of her hewe ¶ Right so thorowe vertue lastinge ay in o●● Of the holy ghoste this day of Mar●e Was coruen out the sothfast angle stoon Who me that prophetes prayse and magnefy For she this day was the glad skye Whiche the chylde of Elye dyd se So plesantly dessende from the tre ¶ Upon the erthe naked and barayne Of holsom faute and of erbes sote That hath shadde the confortable rayne The grayne of grace for our alther bote That perced hath euen to the rote Of our welfare to do the leues sprynge For the alone is the felde flouringe ¶ That somtyme gaue so passinge a swetenes To Isaac whan he was fall in age Of whiche he cast so inwarde gladnesse That hym thought hole his corage Renewed was and with a glad vysage Unto Iacob of hertely ioye sayde On his clothes as he his handes layde ¶ Howe Isaac prophecied the byrthe of Crist by touchinge of the clothes of his sone Iacob Capitulo xlvi MIne owne chylde and my sonne dere The greate swetenesse of y ● fresshe odoure Of thy clothinge to my is so entere That it fro me d●u●ydeth all langoure Saynge tofore that there sholde a floure Out of the felde springe of his kynrede The whiche sholde suche an odoure shede ¶ That all worlde shall conforte fynde hele In the swetenes agaynste eche maladye And souerayne helthe in euery mischyeffele So that this was no wight but Marie That hy dissent came of his alye Out of the whiche to glade all our chere This day in erthe there dyd a floure appere ¶ The swettest yet that euer man behelde Passinge the Rose and the floure delyse And of this holy fresshe fayre felde Somtyme the spouse spake in canticis Whan he it sawe so fresshe at his deuyse And habundaunt of a tempre eyre And that it was so passinge inly fayre ¶ Howe the Garnet appell is lykened to our Lady Capitulo xlvii O Howe the bawme of heuenly lycoure Of thy swetenes with souerayne suffesaūce Lyke Paradyse she dyth his vapoure Erly a morowe auoydinge all greuaunce Lyke the frute that is of suche plesaunce The garnet appell of colour golden hewed Thorowe whose odoure the corage is renewed ¶ Of euery wight that may the eyre receyue For euen lyke as the golden rynde Is playne shyninge as ye may conceyue His colour kepinge euer in one by kynde And doth his pepynes in the scales bynde To do conforte to seke in her accesse Right so Marie our sekenes to redresse ¶ This day hath borne the holsome holy fruyte The fruyte of lyfe that with his swete breth Is remedie and also chefe refute To mankynde agayne the feuer of deth For as the grayne of the garnet sleeth The stronge Axes and doth the hete auale Right so this day out of the golden scale ¶ The holsome pepyne and the grayne of lyfe Christe Iesu gan fyrste to appere And of Marie mother mayde and wyfe The golden Garnet with his scales clere Beynge all hole and euer a lyke entere Was borne in soth for to refresshe blyue Our olde Axes and right as the Olyue ¶ His Oyle shedeth and braunce lefe no tree Appereth nat of fayrnes ne coloure Right so Marie flouringe in chastite This day hat borne our alther sauiour The Oyle of peace to stynte our langour To softe our sores and our swellinge slake Of all our woundes whan they smerte or ake ¶ And nowe this day shortely for to wryte This blesfull tyme of the natiuite Of longe Ioseph the cote of polimite Wrought by the poure of all the Trinite Within the closette of chosen chastite Parformed was and by none hande of man As Alexander well reherce can ¶ Within his boke made in speciall On Cantica as ye may rede and se The whiche clothe of purpell moste ryall Hewed with clennes of virginite This day hath shewed in our humanite The godhede hole for by this cloth is mente Of our kynde the freel garnemente ¶ Howe Ioseph figured the Byrthe of Christe Capitulo xlviii ALso this day of Ioseph the canele Amyd the felde that dothe vertue floure Was gadered vp by clennes euery dele Whome all that other gan worshippe honoure For in chastite clene chosen bowre Of may denhede this canell grewe by kynde That whan the bretherne of Ioseph dyd bynde ¶ Eueriche his shefe the Byble gan deuyse Howe it stode vp amonge hem euerichone And all the other gan attones ryse And worshipped it mekely one and one For this Ioseph sawe this day alone Sonne and Mone and Sterres eke eleuen To hym obeye vpon the hygh heuen ¶ And the sothfast garnet of the holy grayne As sayth Guydo was a mayde swete In whome was shytte sothely for to sayne The sacred store and eke the halowed whete Of the seuen yere that dyd in plente flete For on this parfyte rote vertuous The seuen eres of grayne so plenteuous ¶ This day be growen to full perfeccion To saue Egipte in his greate nede And for to be to hym saluation In crafte whan he hath ende For this is the grayne that fostre and fede With full repaste woman chylde and man And all his bretherne dwellinge in Canaan ¶ This yonge Ioseph this Ioseph the seconde Shall by his wytte helpe and releue And Iacob made in plente to abounde With fulsum fode at moro we and eke at cue That the honger on no syde ne greue Of the seuene yere vnto his lignage And lyke as Ioseph in his tender age ¶ Thought he sawe hygh vp in heuen Sonne and Mone in his auysion And therwithall Sterres eke elleuen Honoure hym with greate deuocion Of this Ioseph excellinge of renowne This newe Ioseph Christe Iesu hymselue Of the Sterres and the signes twelue ¶ Honoured was with lowe subiection Though he laye lowe in a Oxes stall For bothe crony and domina●ion And hole the courte aboue celestiall This hygh feste for a memoriall The laudes songe in the heuen quere Lyke as Dauid had in the Saultere ¶ Prayseth the lorde of the hygh empyre And with one wyse his byrthe

reherce can Upon the erthe than the lyfe of man ¶ Thy selfe also as it is playnly couthe Auysedly who so taketh hede therto Sayest openly with thyne owne mouthe That a thousande thou canst thy mercy do And holy Dauid recordeth eke also With his Harpe aboue all thynge That he thy mercyes eternally shall synge ¶ And howe myghte eke any creature Upon erthe in any maner kynde Without mercy any whyle endure For all were gone yf mercy were behynde Wherfore lorde on mercy haue thy mynde The wofull captyfe to take vnto thy grace That hath so longe be seuered fro thy face ¶ And though that I be humble meke fre Forsothe lorde of ouete and of right yet euer in owne my dwellyng is with the. For selde or neuer I parte out of thy sight Peace is my name that power hath myght Thorowe my connyng they that be mortal fone By the helpe of the to accorde in to one ¶ And also lorde as holy writte can tell That of thy peace there may none ende be And eke thy peace doth euery wyght excell And art thy selfe of very duere Called the prynce of peace and vnyte And yet by hotest wretches to releue That is mankynde shall neuer fro hym meue ¶ And Iob recordeth the holsomest fruyte Of all thys worlde spryngeth out of peace Now lorde sithen I am made to be refuyte And to the wofull comfort and encreace Graunte of thy grace nowe a full releace That I and mercy may the sone confounde Of thy●ke caytyse that lyeth in pryson bounde ¶ So that he may haue lyberte To go at large and haue rempssion Of this thraldome and captyuyte And be delyuered out of this pryson So that there may be made redempsyon For his seruage and fynall paye Lorde of thy mercy without more delaye ¶ And whan they had her mater full purposyd Mercy and peace with full hygh sentence Touchynge man with synne so enclosed The iuge gaue benigne audyence And whan he had kept longe scilence For all the skilles to hym that they layde Yet at the laste ▪ to hem thus hesayde ¶ Howe god the father of heuē answered to mercy and peace Ca. xiii ●Ine owne doughter next to myne alye Though your request come of tēder herte ye moste consydere with a prudent eye Of ryghtwysnes it may not me asterte Lyke your askyng by tauour to aduerte Unto the cause that ye represent But right and trouth fully wolde assent ¶ Withouten whome I may not procede To execute any maner iugement Wherfore let call her in this greate nede For I mo●e worche by her auysement And whan they waren come and present Than trouth alone touchynge this matere Sayd openly that all myghten here ¶ If hit so be this man that trespaced Ne be not dede for his iniquyte Though vtterly the franchesse is defaced Bothe of my suster ryghtwysnes and me And fynally our bothe lyberte Goeth vnto nought of our iurisdiccion But he be punysshed for his trausgression ¶ The worde of God that playnly may not erre Tolde hym afore withouten any drede The greate parelle of this mortall warre Etynge the appell that he muste be dede But he o● slouthe toke therto none hede Wherfore he muste as right lyste prouide Without mercy the dome of deth abyde ¶ And though that peace be of pyte meued Man to delyuere with zele of routhe Righwisnes wolde than be agreued With me to consente that am called trouthe And as me semeth it were to greate aslouthe Dome or cause plee or any sute Without vs tweyne to be execute ¶ Me semyth eke my syster peace dothe wronge To foster a man holde agaynst vs twayne That hath ben conuersaunt so longe Amonge vs discorde to restrayne Therfore quod peace nowe wyll I not fayne To do myne office right to modefye That she of rigoure cause hym not to dye ¶ Than quod right of necessyte Hit muste folowe though he were my brother That he muste dye by dome of equyte Or in his name mo●e be dede sūme other So of my shyppe guyded is the rather That ne may erre●tor wawe nor for wynde More than the anker of trouth wyll me bynde ¶ Certes quod mercy so it not dysplease Unto your noble and wyse prouidence His deth to you may be lytell ease For holy writte reherceth in sentence If you consyderd in your aduertence That deth of synners the hygh god to queme Is werst of de●hes yfye of right list deme ¶ For synfull blode is no sacrefyse To god aboue that euery thynge mayes●n● Than muste ye deth of one deuyse That is of synne innocent and clene And is I ●rowe vnder the sonne shene Thorowe the worlde to reherce mankynde It were full harde suche one for to fynde ¶ For rust with rust may not scoured be Ne ●oule with fylth may be purefyed But who is soyled with dishoneste To wasshe another it is not aplyed Blacke vnto white may not be dyed Ne blode enfecte with corrupcion To god for synne is none oblacion ¶ Fygure herof ye may not be dyed As the byble maketh mencion Howe that a lambe of spotte fylthe free Somtyme was take by eleccion And offred vp in satisfaccion To god for synne for to signefye Who sholde for mannes ransome dye ¶ Must be clene pure and innocent Right as a lambe from euery spotte blame And trewly vnder the firmamente There was nonesuche sithen Adam dyd atame The fruyte to ete for eyther halte or lame In souerayne vertue is all the kynde of man Wherfore quod mercy the best rede that I can ¶ That peace my syster cesse this discorde And all the stryte that is vs bytwene And that we praye our iuge myghty lorde To this mater benygnely to sene And of his grace to shape suche a mene For trouth right so prudently ordeyne That peace ne I haue no cause to pleyne ¶ And this request is nought agaynst right Ne vnto trouth playnly none oftence If that our iuge of his greate myght Ordeyne so in his prouydence To scape awaye thorowe his sapyence That trouth and right be not displeased Thorow peace me though man be holpe eased ¶ Howe the father of heuen accorded the fouresystren Ca. xiiii ANd whan that she by reason had fyned That grounded was playnly vpon skyll The hygh iuge by mercy is enclyned To condescende of grace to her wyll And in suche wyse her askynge to fulfyll That right be serued trouthe not dysmayed That peace she shulde eke be well apayed ¶ And by sentence alone diffynytyfe The iuge sayd for conclusion An innocent pure and clene of lyfe Shall mekely dye to paye the raunson For mannes gylt and trasgression And he so frely shall the deth abaye In all his payne that he ●o worde shall saye ¶ And thus shall right in all maner thynge Haue her desyre and trouth shall not fayle But agreably in theyr worchynge To execute fully to stynte this batayle And

for that peace in moche may anayle And mercy eke shall not be agreued Her brother askynge also shall be achyeued ¶ To fynde a man that shall vndertake This myghty quarell of mercy and pyte To suffre deth lonely for mannes sake Uncompellyd frely and of volunte That is a lambe withouten spotte shall be And with his blode shall wasshe vndefouled The gylt of man with rust of synne y mouled ¶ Howe his sonne sholde take mākynde Capittulo xv BUt for to wete of what stocke he shal spring Ot what kynrede and of what estate My sothfast worde eternally lyuynge Myne owne sonne with me encreate Shall downe be sent to be incarnate And wrappe hym selfe in the mortall kynde Of man for loue so that he may fynde ¶ A clene grounde his palayce vnto bylde In all the erthe neyther of lyme ne stone But in a mayde debonayre and mylde The humble doughter of Iuda and Syon And vnto her shall trouthe mercy gone By one accorde sent afore my face Lyke my deuyse to chese me a place ¶ And say to her in all maner thynge Her tabernacle that she make fayre Agaynst the comyng of her myghty kynge Whiche is my sonne and myne owne heyre That in her breste shall haue his repeyre Where trouth mercy shall to gyde● met● By one assent and her rancour lete ¶ And there shall peace kysse rightwysnes And all the susters accorde in that place And right shall leue all her stourdines And trewthes swerde shall nomore manace And fynally mercy shall purchace A chartour of pardon like this mayden cle●● And whiche for man is so good a mene ¶ That he shall mowe escape daungers A myd the forest free from euery trappe While the mayde that causeth all this peace Hath the vnycorne slepyng in her lappe That thorowe mekenes shal his horne so wrappe There it was wonte to slee by vyolence Thorowe deth it shall agayne deth be defence ¶ Agaynst venym more holsome than treacl● Euery poyson asofte and aswage Whan the lyon maketh his habitacle Within a mayde but of tender age And Gabriell shall gone on message To her alone myne owne secretarie With newe tydinges no lenger tarye ¶ Howe Gabryell the Angell was sent to our Lady Capittulo xvi ANd right forthw t the angel tarieth nought But helde his waye from the see of glorye Unto this mayde clene in will and thought Where as she sat in her oratorye With herte ente●tyfe with hole memorie Greate to god and all her full mynde To whome the angell whan he dyd her fynde ¶ Benignely with all humylite Sayd vnto her alone as ye shallen here Hayle full of grace our lorde is with the Ne drede the not but be right glad of chere That art to god so acceptable and dere That hooly his grace is vpon the fall To be moste blessed amonge women all ¶ And with that worde thorowe goddes myght All hole the somme of the deyte That from heuen his blisfull bemys bright Shadde on therthe of our humanyte Whan in the breste of a mayden fre The holy ghoste by fre eleccion For his mekenes hath made his mancion ¶ For whā that Bernarde somtyme gan beholde With thought vp lifte by contemplacion The bright sonne in herte he gan to colde Iuly astoned in his aspeccion And full deuoutly in a meditacion Therof remembrynge as he gan take hede Sayde euen thus quakyng in a drede ¶ A lamentacion of saynt Bernarde Capittulo xvii A Lorde quod he so I am agrysed And sore a drade to loke on this clerenesse And yet well more with feare I am supprised For to beholde for myne vnworthynesse Any worde to wryte or to expresse Of this mysterie and greate pryuyte Benigne lorde lest thou saye to me ¶ What arte thou bolde or darest in any wyse My rightwisnes to tell or to wrytte Or to presume so hardely to deuyse My testament with thy mouth endyte That certes lorde but yf thou respyte My wretchidnes by supporte of thy grace I greately drede of deth for my trespace ¶ But wolde god through his greate myght And his goodnes lyke to my desyre That from thaulter that brenneth in his sight No lytell sparcle but a flame of fyre Wolde downe discende myne herte to enspyre For to consume with his feruent hete The rusty filthe that in my mouthe dothe flete ¶ And all vnclennesse cankered there of olde To make clene and to scoure awaye That thorowe his grace I durste be so bolde Other to wryte or some worde to saye That was rehercid vpon the blisfull daye Whan Gabriell and Marie mette In Nazareth and humbly her grette ¶ But sithen this man so parfyte of lyuynge This holy Bernarde so good and gracious So dredfull was this mater in writtinge That was of lyfe so inly vertuous Howe dare I than be presumptuous I wofull wretche in any maner wy●e To take on me this parfyte hygh emprise ¶ My lippes pollute my mouth w t synne ysoyled Myne herte vnclene and full of cursidnesse My thought also with all vyces foyled My breste receyte cheste of wretchidnesse That me to wryte of any parfitnesse Nat onely drede of presumpsion But for to esche we the indignacion ¶ Of god aboue for my greate offence That I am bolde or hardy in his sight To dare presume the greate excellence For to descryue of her that was so bright But vnder hope that mercy passeth right And that disdayne my style not veraye With humble herte thus to hym I praye ¶ A recapitulaciō of the wordes of Gabriell to our Lady howe holy men by diuyne liknesses wrote of our Lady in cōmē dacion of her Capitulo xviii O Lorde whose mercy goth not declyne But euer ●liche stondith hole in one That somtyme sendest downe from Seraphyne To I saye an Angell with a stone Wherwith he began to touche his mouthe alone To purge his lippes from all pollucion So let thy grace to me descende downe ¶ My rude tonge to explite and spede Somwhat to say in commendacion Ofher that is well of womanhede And thorowe her helpe and meditacion Be to my style full direccion And let thy grace alwaye be present This boke to forther after myne entent ¶ For of my lyfe for to vndertake To speke or write in so deuoute matere Lyttell wonder though I tremble or quake And chaunge bothe countenaunce and chere Sithen this maydeu of vertue tresorere Perturbed was in loke and in vysage Of Gabriell to here the message And full demurely stylle gan abyde And in her herte castinge vp and downe Full prudently vpon euery syde The maner of this salutacion And howe hit might in conclusion In any wyse fully performed be She stondynge hole in her vyrginite ¶ And whan the Angell sawe her lowly hede Her humble countenaunce chaunged in her face He sayde Marye for nothynge that you drede For to fore god thou haste founde grace ¶ And shalt conceyue within a litell space And in thy

shone Than Phebus doth in his longe spere And twelue sterres that passyngly were clere So as to hym playnly dyd seme Weren sette aboue in her dyademe ¶ And as hym thought at her feet there stood A large mone bright and nothing pale In fygure onely that she that is so good To swage the bitter of our olde bale The sonne of lyfe made to auale Downe to the erthe to gouerne vs and guye And eke the mone to vs doth signefye ¶ All holy churche large to beholde Within this mayde had his originall Whan fynally with his rightes olde The synagoge of Iewys had a fall For in this mayde the fyrst faythfull wall Of holy churche God gan fyrst to bylde Whan with his sonne he made her go with chylde ¶ And to reforme the rudenes vtterly Of blynde folkes that coude not parceyue Howe that Marie myght kyndly A mayde be and a chylde conceyue That yf hym list reason to conceyue They may examples right ynowe fynde Of this mater accordinge vnto kynde ¶ Autentyke conclusions agaynst vnbeleufull men that saydē that Christe might not be borne of a mayde Capitulo xx O Blynde man thorowe thyne iniquyte Why hast thou lost thy reason thy sight That thou of malyce list not for to see Howe Christ Iesu thorowe his greate myght To his disciples helde the waye right Thorowe the yates yshette by greate deffence Without brekyng or any vyolence ¶ Why myght he not of his magnificence Within a mayde make his mancion And she yet stode in hygh excellence Of maydenhede from all corrupcion ye ben to blynde in your discression That liste not to see also howe he rose From deth to lyfe in his sepulture close ¶ And here withall thou mayste also aduerte Howe he full graciously of his myghty grace Made Peter out of pryson to sterte And where hym lyste frely for to pace And yet the dores were shutte of the place What wonder than though god by myracle Within a mayde made his habitacle ¶ And beyng close and parfytly shette With all the bondes of clene vyrginite For sothfastly her clennesse was not lette Upon no syde ue yet her chastite But encreasyd and fauour for to se That goddes sōne list to light adowne Within this mayde to make his mancion ¶ Eke Heldefons telleth of a tree In stede of fruyte hereth byrdes smale From yere to yere by kynde as men may se Without medlyng of female or of male This veryly is soth playnly and no tale Thā wondre not though Crist were borne bitwene The chaste sydes of a mayden clene ¶ Eke certeyne byrdes called bultures Without medlyng conceyuyng by nature As bokes sayne withouten any lees And of her lyfe an hondred yere endure Than the lorde of euery creature That causeth all no wonder though I say Though that he were conceyuyd of a maye ¶ And Plunius in bokes naturall Wrytte of a roche greate and large also That wyll remeue with a fynger small But yf a man do all his myght therto It wyll not stere neyther to ●e fro Right so this mayde that is of vertue moste With a fynger of the holy ghoste ¶ And with a touche of his myghty grace Conserued hath stedfast god and man That neuer myght remeue from her face Of thylke auowe that she fyrst began To be a mayde as fertorth as she can In herte wyll as any roche stable That from his grounde is not remeuable ¶ This clerke also this wise Plunius Sayth in Tauriche there is an erthe founde That of nature isso vertuous That will cure euery maner wounde Right so Marie was the erthe founde That god out chose by eleccion To bere the fruyte of our redempcion ¶ That shulde be helthe and also medecine To all our woundes whan they ake or smerte And our greues our hurtes fyne From deth to make vs to asterte With holsome bawme percinge to the herte Our festerid soris that they shull ake nomore Ne that she ne were we were all forlore ¶ And ferthermore this auctour can eke tell Within his boke who so loketh a right To Iupiter sacred is a well That whan it hath queynte his brondes bright That efte agayne hit geueth them a newe light Who list assaye soth as he shall fynde What wonder than though the god of kynde ¶ Amyd this well from fylthe of synne colde Full of vertue with fayre stremes clere His lodging toke his myghty holde And thorowe his grace sette hit newe afyre With the holy ghoste that that withouten were Though she were colde from all flesshlyhede She brent in loue hotter than the glede ¶ And in Falisco as hym liste to wryte Is a well that causeth eke of newe Whan the oxen drynke to be whyte And sodaynly to chaunge her hewe What meruayle than though the well trewe The well of helthe and of lyfe eterne The lorde of all so as I can disserne ¶ These stremes shedde in to this mayde fre To make her whightest as in holynesse That bothe sholde mayde and mother be And euer in one kepe her clennesse Withouten chaunge so that her whitnesse Ne fadeth neuer in beaute ne in coloure Of mayden hede to bere bothe lefe and floure ¶ And who that wolde dispute in this matere I holde hym madde or elles out of mynde For yf he haue his eyen hole and clere He shall nowe se prefe ynough by kynde For he that made bothe lefe and rynde And with a worde these waste wordes wylde Myght make a mayde for to go with chylde ¶ And he that made the hygh cristall heuen The firmament also euery spere The golden axtre the sterres seuen Cithera so lusty for to appere And rede marce with his sterne hcere Myght he not eke onely for our sake Within a mayde of man the kynde take ¶ And he that causeth fowles in the ayre In her kynde to w●xe and multeplye And fysshe eke with fynnes sleid fayre In depe ●aves to gouerne hem and gye And doth one lyue another dye And geueth beastes her fode vpon the grounde And in his kynde doth hem to abounde ¶ Sithen he is lorde and causeth all thynge To haue beyng yf I shall not fayne And is the prynce and the worthy Kyng That all enbraceth in his myghty chayne Why myght he not by power souerayne At his fre choyse that all may saue and lese To his mother a clene mayde these ¶ Who causeth the fruyte out of the harde tre By vertue onely that spryngeth from the rote To growe wexe like as men may se With leues grene newe blosmes sote Is it not that lorde that for all our bote Wolde of a mayde as I reherce can Mekely be borne without touche of man ¶ For he that doth the tender braunches sprynge And fresshe floures in the greate mede That weren in wynter dede eke droppinge Of bawme voyde of lust●hede Myght he not make his grayne to growe sede Within her brest