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A06558
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[The lyf of our lady]
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Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?
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to wareye Make her malice mekely to obeye To thy name make hem stonde al backe Or they haue power to hawnte her cruel myght And wicked spirites so horible blacke That besy ben to wayte vs day and nyght Lete thy name dryue hem out of sight And in our forhede whan we Ihe Impresse Make vs of grace her malice to oppresse For to thy name hooly we commende Our lyf our deth body herte alle Our sâ—wle also whan we hens wende O crist Ihu o lord Inmortal Prayeng to the whan thou vs deme shal To saue al tho from eternal shame That haue ful fayth hoole trist in thy name How by the prophecye of balaam watche was made vpon an hylle capitulo lxvij tHou lord whos light dessendith fro so ferâ—â— Thorow the roundenes of the speres nyne Withouten whom phebus ne no sterre Vpon heuen power hath to shyne Let now thy light my derknes enlumyne That thorow thyn helpe I may my style gye Somwhat to sey of thyn epyphanye And let my brest benygne lord be dewyd Doun with somme drope from thy mageste That was this day by a sterre y shewyd Out of the este to worthy kynges thre Whiche on this nyght of thy natyuyte Gan first aspye the bright bemys clere Of this sterre on the heuen apere Of whom the sprynge was not cansille Of fortune ne sodayn auenture For many a day or this thyng befylle And many a yere by recorde of scripture With a waytyng wonder besy cure In veray soth as I remembre can A certeyn kynrede toward the occian Whiche of the stocke and the lyne cam Who so list loke in bookes from a ferre And of the blode of olde balaam That somtyme had with his asse werre The whiche sayd there shold ryse a sterre Out of Iacob and from Israelle Al be that he therof no tyme coude telle Vpon whos word fully in beleue There shold aryse suche a sterre light Weren twelue chosen the trouthe for to preue Within mydwynter euer fro nyght to nyght Whan in aquarie phebus shadde his light For to awayte in al her best wyse Whan this sterre in heuen wold aryse And these twelue weren of kynrede Of balam as ye haue herde me telle That yere by yere shold take hede Vpon an hylle besyde a lytyl welle And ther in fere a certeyn space dwelle Anoynted bathed in clothes whyte And they of custome to speke but a lyte But in prayer in certeyn rytes vsid They must wake and wayte in specialle And none of hem platly to be excusid Vpon this hylle namyd victoryalle And yf one dyd that his sone shalle This statute olde his place ocupye â—r effys one that were next of alye 〈◊〉 this commytted duryng many yere 〈◊〉 custome vsid of antyquyte 〈◊〉 phebus went by meuyng circuler â—o they kept her tymes by degree And eche yere weren certeyn dayes thre 〈◊〉 â—aâ—kyng cast and computacion Sought chosen out by good eleccion For 〈◊〉 awayte the vprist by the morowe Of this sterre with his lemes glade Whiche balam sayd shold auoyde her sorowe At his vpâ—â—st whos bemes may not fade To shewe his light in euery shroude shade Without wrestyng or drawyng to declyne Tyl at the last for the same fyne To see this sterre most famous of renown On the heuen whan hit shold appere The worthy kynges as made is mencion Vpon the hylle to gyder goon in fere For cause they who so list to here Were of the stocke of balam doun discendyd Wherfore of sorte the hylle they be ascendyd As fyl on hem by custome to succede At a certeyn of the yere by reuolucion And on this hylle estward they toke hede By good auyse in her Inspeccion The same nyght of the Incarnacion Whan crist was born in bethlehem of marye The same oure the sterre they aspye Of newe aryson in the oryent Ful lusty of whom the bemes light Gan enlumyne al the firmament From este to west it yaue so clere a light That of the stremes euery maner wyght Astonyd was they were so bright shene And to the eye ful persant for to sene The whiche sterre drowe his course of right Toward the hylle lyke as bookes telle Where the kynges the long wynters nyght It to awayte solytarye dwelle And there anone vpon her knees felle And thankyd god with al her hertes luste Whiche hath not hem defrauded of her lust How the thre kynges perceyuyd the sterre capitulo lxix aNd al that nyght to gyder as they woke Vpon this sterre that shone so fayr clere And sodaynly vpward as they gan loke They sawe a chylde aboue the sterre appere So yonge so fayr in a golden spere Ful ryally stonde aboue his hede A large crosse that was of blood ful rede The whiche chylde spake to hem anone Aboue the hylle with voyce and chere benygne And bad hem fast that they shold gone In to Iuda right as ony lyne And folowe alwey the sterre for a signe That shal hem brynge to that regyon Where the kyng most worthy of renown Was borne that tyme to haue the regallye Of Iewes lond of veray dewe right To whom the sterre dyd specefye Whan he was borne with his clere light And they anone whan passyd was the nyght The next morowe no lenger list abyde But toward hym cast hem for to ryde With grete araye and ryal aparayle As was sittyng to theyr worthynesse They shope hem forth for they nolde not fayle To do honoure to his noblenesse With hem they toke golde grete richesse To spende yeue also for they ment With yeftes grete the chylde to present And forth they gone no lenger wold they tarye Thorow many a londe many a dyuerse yle Eueriche of hem on a dromedarye Whiche weren so swyfte that ful many a myle They passyd haue within a lityl whyle That in the space of dayes thyrtene By conduyte onely of the sterre shene They entrid ben in to Iherusaleem That of Iuda was the chyef cyte Conueyed euer with the bright beem Of the sterre that was so fayr to see And whan they amyd the cytee be Not astonyed axed in audyence Where is the kyng grettest of reuerence Of Iewes borne for to bere the crowne Who 's sterre we haue seen in the oryent That from heuen cast his stremys downe Whiche al the world vnder the firmament Is glad to see we of one entent Haue yeftes brought out of our contre Hym to honoure in his ryall see And whan herode of theyr comyng knewe He troubelyd was also al the town And gan anone to chaunge chere and hewe And made in haste a conuocaciyn Of al the prestys dwellyng enuyron To knowe clerely be certefyed Of the place that was specefyed Of prophetes where crist shal be borne And they anone the trouthe to hym tolde In bethlehem as they ful longe aforne Fownden out in her bookes olde And al the
poynte than anone gan she To loke on hym that was so fayr to see And his feturis consideryd by and by And in her armes wonder womanly She took hym vp prayed hym be stylle As of moderis is playnly the manere And he in al obeyeth to hir wylle Though he were yoÌ„ge gan to chaunge his cherâ— And with hâ—r kerchyeâ— she made his eyen clere On his chekys in al that euer she may Ful moderly the trerys wypte awaye How in four maner of wyses cryst was circumcisid capitulo lxj and like of alquyn as it is deuysid That crist Ihesu who so list to see In foure maners was trewly circumcisid Fyrst of his fader at his natyuyte With the knyf of wylful pouerte And now this day whiche is not feyned Eke wyth a knyf by the lawe ordeyned The thyrd maner ye may eke consyder How with the knyf of grete aduersite That he was kyt first whan he cam hyder Takyng for vs oure humanyte And alther last with ful cruelte For vs he suffrid circumcision Vpon the crosse duryng his passyon How crist suffryd circumcision in his chosen peple capitulo lxij eKe in four maner who so can take hede Cryst in is chosen by good Inspeccion Here in this world withouten ony drede Of newe he suffrid circumcision The first is made by false detraccion That kytteth aweye bothe frende and fame And the shynyng of her goode name The second is by false tyrannye Of suche that haue no conscience at alle But taketh aweye by cursid robberyâ— Vnrightfully her goodes temporalle And the thyrd sothely is most mortallâ— Of heretykes that falsely dysobeye To holy chirche to our fayth vareye The fourth is made by effusion of bloode Of tyrauntes that the body sleeth Whan they of malice ageyn the fayth stoode To execute her venym vp by deeth To make marters to yelde vp the breeth Whom crist Ihesu eternally in glorye Ordayned hath a palme of victorye Eke fyue tymes cryst in his manhede Shad his blood by effusion And alther first whan he dyd blede Vpon the day of circumcision And next in soth tofore his passyon Vpon the hylle for anguysshe whan he swette The rede blood whiche al his body wette The thyrd tyme his blood most vertuous Gan renne out by many a cruel wounde Whan that he was this kyng most gracious Of the Iewes to a pyler bounde The fourth tyme eke as it is founde He spent his blood for our alther good Whan he was naylyd hygh vpon the rood And alther last whan longeus a fere Thorugh his herte playnly as I fynde On caluere hym percyd with a spere That blood water as bookes make mynde Gan streme doun to his eyen blynde By whos vertu anone this paynym knyght Onely of gâ—â—ce recouerd hath his sight And in bookes eke as it is tolde How the pyâ—ce of his Incision Was by an aungel in an vrne of golde To charks brought in a vysion And be anone of grete affeccion Of this myracle for the excellence Made hit be kept for grete reuerence And at Aâ—on but yf bookes lye Ful many yere by reuolucion In a chirche sothely of marye But clerkys haue an opynyon That the day of resurrexyon Whan cryst Ihesu rose from deth to lyue The same pyâ—ce retorned as blyue To the place where that it cam fro Sythen that it was sothely as I fynde Of his manhode parteynyng therto And a party longyng to his kynde Though hit be so that bookes make mynde That in rome it is yet preseruyd And yere by yere whan this feste is seruyd In a chirche whiche men of custome calle Sancta sanctorum of olde foundacion The same day there the prestys alle Solemâ—nely make a stacion Whan al the peple goon on processyon Fully in hâ—pe better for to spede From yere to yere there they synge rede And ferthermore the storye doth deuyse The same day right forthwyth anone In the temple as they hym circumcise He namyd was Ihe of echone The which name longe or that agone Was of the aungel tolde sayd afore To his moder or that he were bore How the peple of god that our Iosue had in gouernaunce weren sauyd by the stedfast beleue of the name of Ihesus capitulo lxiij aNd to reherce the grete worthynesse Of this name whiche may not be described My wyttes ben so dulle with rudenesse And in the chayne of ygnoraunce guyded That I alas of konnyng am depryâ—ed Thorow lacke of wytte in ony maner wyse To vnderfonge so passyng hygh empryse For this is the name who so can discerne Most excellent and most of dygnyte The name of namys sacrid from eterne As sayth bernard who so list to see Fygurid first vnto Iosue Thorugh his knyghthode whan he shold lede The peple of god to saue hem in her nede For this is the name that hertis most desyre For therin is so passyng swetenesse For it may best hem with grace enspyre And with plente of al goodely rychesse It is comforte socoure in sekenesse Refuyte also reste and remedye To al tho that felen maladye Ayenst langour the best medecyne In al this world that o where may be founde For this name is so heuenly and deuyne That hertes seke hit doth with he le habounde It curith soris it heâ—ith euery wounde And sauyth man fro many a swerde spere Where euer they ryden in londe ferre oâ— nere It is first writen in the book of lyf For worthyest and moste of reuerence And it is eke best preseruatyf Ageyn the assent of the vyolence Of wicked eyre to voyde pestelence And from the deth hem that playnen sore Of his vertu to helthe it doth restore It is also sothfast sauacion To al that be in pouerte and in nede It is deffence it is proteccion In eche parille in euery drede It is also the guerdon and the mede In them that ben in exyle of oultrage Repeyre fynal of hir pylgrymage This is the welle with the foure stremys Wherof writeth bernard in his sentence That thorugh the world refresshith al royames It is so holsom of suche excellence The first be callyth the streme of sapyence Of whiche the flood most Inly is habounde And rightwysnesse he namyth the secounde And the thyrd be callyth holynesse For hit excellyth in perfeccion The fourth also as I can expresse Is the flode of our redempcion And of the first in conclusion Of whiche the stremes ben so fressh and fyne Who so loketh a right is hoole our doctryne And of his right to make mencion The holsom welle euer doth flowe flete With mercy medlid and remyssyon Tofore his dome his yre for to lete And of the thyrd the water is so swete By good ensaumple who so can dyscerne In vertu ay how we shullen vs gouerne And of the fourth to speke in specialle Is al our helthe and sauacion For therin is our remedy fynall Ageynst deth and ful proteccion