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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

hestys to fulfyll And euer redy for to do his wyll Christes temple and also receptacle Of the holy ghoste and chosen tabernacle ¶ The yare of bruen ▪ and also the fayrnes Of women all whoso loketh a ryght Of may denhede lady and prynces One of the fyue that ●are her lampes lyght Redy to mete with her spouse at nyght Full prudently away ●ynge at the yare That for no stouthe she came not to late ¶ In fygure the ▪ the chaundelabre of golde That somtyme her seuen lampes shene This is to saye the recey●● of the holde Of god preserued for she was so clene Thorowe her meryte endewed for to bene By grace of hym that is of power moste With the seuen yestes of the holy ghoste ▪ ¶ How one lady receynge the seuen yestes of the holy ghoste Ca. v. THe fyrste yeste ▪ was the yeste of drede To ●fthe 〈◊〉 ●he thynge th●● shall god disples● The nexte pyte of veray women hede To rewe on all ▪ that she sawe in dysease The thyrde conuynge god and man to please The fourthe str●ng the th●r● we her stedfastnesse Onely by vertue al vyces to oppresse ¶ Of counceyll the she had excellence To kepe her pure in virgynyte For ay with counceyll ●●yed is prudence Of vnderstandynge eke the yeste had she For god hym selfe chose with her to be And of wysdome so god lyst her ●uaunce To knowe erhe thyuge that was to his plesaūce ¶ She was also the Trone voyde of synne That standeth so royall in godes owne syght To fore whiche seuen lampes brenne With heuenly fyre so spyrytuall of lyght That neuer wast but euer alyche bryght Contynued in one here aboue in heuen By the whiche Trone and the lampesseuen ¶ Is vnderstande this mayde moste entere With seuen vertues that in her were ●ounde That somtyme were● w t ghostely lyght so clere Thorowe lyght of vertue in w●rd●ly ●●co●nde Onely thorowe ●ence that dyd in her 〈◊〉 And all they were grounded in me●enes Her lyght to god more pleasauntly to distres ¶ For fayth in her had a grounde so stable That it was voyde of all doublenes Her hope of truste was also mayntynable Ro●yd in god by parfy●e sykernes Whose charite so large gan hym dres That vp to god hasted ranne the fyre With herte of clennes to all by desyre ¶ Str●nge in vertue prubent in gouernaunce She hath also conueyed with clennes And ●oueraynly she had attempetaunce In all her werkes with grete aduysione● And euer annexyd vnto righwysnes within her herte of womanly bounte She had of custome mercy and pyte ¶ Sothfaste ensample also of chastyre As sayeth Ambrose she was in thought and ded● And treue myrrour of virginite Of poorte benygne full of lowlyhede As humble of chere and feminine of drede Prudent of speche of what she lyste to shewe Large of sentence and but of wordes ●ewe ¶ To praye and rede that was euer her lyfe Of herte w●●er by deuocyon To god alwey with thought contemplatyfe Ful ●eruent 〈…〉 And ydel neuer from 〈◊〉 And specially to 〈◊〉 Her hands was 〈◊〉 ●edy at the ●ede ¶ And full she was of compassyon To rewe in all that ●alt woo or smerte Well wylled euer with hole affeccion To euery wyght so longe was her herte Sad with all this that her neuer asterde A looke a ●●s of her eyen fayre So close of sight was this debonayre ¶ And in Psalme of holy prophecye To loke and rede she founde most desyte And ●dan she sawe and founde in Isaye Of Cristys hyrthe how he dyd wryte To god she ly●●e her tender handes whyte Besechyng hym she myght abyde and se● The blesfull day of his na●yuy●e ¶ And in the boke of Elyzabeth That ●yrulyd is of her auysions I synde howe this mayde of Nazareth Sayd euery day seuen orisons That callyd ben her peticions With humble herte this blesfull yonge mayde Full lowly knelyng euen thus she sayde ¶ How our lady prayed to god for seuen peticions Ca. v. O Blisfull lorde that knowest the entente Of euery herte in thyne eternal sight yeue me grace the first cōmaundement To fulfyll as it is skylle and ryght And graunt al●o with herte will and myght And all my soule and all my knowynge The fyrst to loue aboue all other thynge ¶ And giue me myght playnly to fulfyll The next biddinge like to thy plesaunce And for to loue with herte and all my wyll My neyghbour in dede and countenaunce Right as my selfe with euery circumstaunce And here with all for ioye and smerte What thou louest to loue with all myne herte ▪ ¶ Thy precepte graunt eke that I may Fulfyll also bothe erly and late In suche maner as moste is to thy paye Benygne lorde and make me for to hate Mankyndes so for he made fyrst debate In kynde of man and made hym to trespace Agaynst the and to liese his grace ¶ And lorde graunt me for thy mercy digne Aboue all thynge for to haue mekenes And make me humble sufferaunt benygne With pacience inwarde myldenese Of all vertues gyue me eke largenese To be acceptyd the to queme and serue To fynde onely thy grace I may deserue ¶ And also lord with quakyng herte drede Mekely I praye vnto thy deite Me for to graunte of thy godlyhede The gracious houre for to abyde and see In whiche the holy chosen mayden free In to this world hereafter shall be bore Lyke as Prophetes hath wrytten here before ¶ How that she shall by thyne eleccion Be mayde and mother to thy sone dere Nowe good lorde here myne oryson To kepe myn eyen and my syght entyere That I may se her holy halowyd chere Her sakerid beaute holy countynaunce If thou grace list me so moche auaunce ¶ And kepe myne eres that they may also Here her speche her dally aunce And with my tong speke that mayden vnto Paciently thorowe her sufferaunce Of wordly Ioye this were suffysaunce And her to loue like as I desyre Benygne lorde so set myn herte afyre ¶ And lord also on me saue thou vouche Though I therto haue no wordynesse That holy mayde to handyll and touche Myn owne lady and my maystresse And that I may with humble buxumnesse Upon my fete in al my best wyse Go vnto her for to do seruyce ¶ And to that floure of vyrgynyte Graunte also lorde that I may haue space Mekely to bowe knele vpon me knee Under supporte onely of her grace And to honour the goodly yong face Other sone as she dothe hym wrappe In clothes softe lyggyng in her lappe ¶ And loue hym best playnly to my laste With all myn herte myn hole seruyce Withouten chaunge while my lyfe may laste Right as thy selfe lorde caust best deuyse So that I may in faythfull humble wyse In all this worlde nomore grace attayne Than loue hym best with all my myght payne ¶ And to thy grace also lorde I praye To graunt me

it was night And right anone the sothfast Sonne of light ¶ Of all our ioye cast hym to aryse And shedde his light to glade all mankynde For towarde midnight shortly to deuyse Whan all was hushte holy writte maketh mynde As sothely as he dyd hym wynde In the sydes of this holy mayde So esely this newe sonne abrayde ¶ Whan he was borne in to this mortall lyfe Upon the erthe to shede his brightnesse Withouten helpe of ony mid wyfe Or of his mother trauayle or sekenesse For she that fyrste conceyued in clennesse It sat right well that she shulde also Withouten trauayle or ony maner wo ¶ For to go quyte at her deliueraunce And specially haue a prerogatyfe In her chyldinge to fele no penaunce Sithen she was mayde mother and wyfe Chosen of god for to stynte our stryfe Of all women by her selfe alone Wherfore it sat nat her to crye and grone ¶ Lyke to other women that be inly syke In the tyme of theyr trauaylinge Wherfore sithen she was to none other lyke No payne felte she the houre of her childinge And as I fynde at her deliueringe There was no wight but her selfe alone For thylke tyme Ioseph was out gone ¶ Howe Ioseph went to seche a myd wyfe to our Lady Capitulo xxxvii IN full greate haste to enquere and seke Some mid wyfe to helpe in this nede And in this whyle with her eyen meke She chylded hath this floure of maydenhede And home agayne as Ioseph gan hym spede And to the place the midwyues brought Euen at the dore abasshed in her thought ¶ Stoden still a stoned of that light And the brightnesse that shone in the place Agayne kynde that tyme of the night That they ne might susteyne in her face And no wonder for the Sonne of grace Within whiche caste his light so ferre Of whome the Mone and eche other Sterre ¶ Receyuen her light eueriche in her spere All by that he laye here in erthe lowe In a stable with his sacred chere Sole with his mother that no man dyd knowe Of whome her loke she mekely gan to throwe Godely beholdynge his fayre yonge face And knelynge downe began to enbrace ¶ His tender lymmes in her armes twayne And wrapped hym in clothes tenderlye And toke hym vp sothely gan hym leyne In her lappe and full humbly She behelde his features by an by So fayre shapen in party and in all And with her mylke very celestiall ¶ And heuenly lycour of her pappes smale His tender lymmes she spredde in euery coste The whyte bawme to make it auale Fet from the conduyte of the holy ghoste Upon the thynge that she loued moste And gaue hym so wke of the pyment sot● That spronge grewe out of the holy rote ¶ Of maydenhede from the chaste vyne Of all clennes was I tryed oute Wherwith she made her yonge chylde to dyn● Whome heuen erthe muste obeye and lowt● All be that he with beastes hym aboute Laye humbly as y● haue herde deuyse And after this his mother dyd aryse ¶ And lifte hym vp sothely in to the stall Where the Asse and the Oxe stode And on her knees she gan anone to fall And worshipped hym this beste of all good That gyueth to Angels and to man food And than this mayde with debon●yr chere With face erecte and handes eke in fere ¶ A deuoute prayer that our Lady made whan Christe was borne Capitulo xxxviii TO god aboue began thus for to praye O lorde quod she with all my full might Tho whome eche thynge iustely muste obeye To the I than as it is skyll and right That thou so godely liste to haue a sight To my mekenes though I vnworthy be And nat disdayne of thy benignite ¶ To graunte onely of thy hygh goodnesse Me to encrece in to suche excellence To be a mayden and mother in clennesse To bere thy sonne and thy sapience That neuer twynneth out of thy presence But in heuen abydeth ay with the And in erthe mekely nowe with me ¶ Lyeth in a stable of chere moste debonayre Tofore my face my ioye and my conforte Whiche with the lokinge of his eyen fayre Is hole my gladnes and fully my disporte Sothfaste pleasaunce and my chefe resorte My dere sonne and my lorde also Tho whome with herte all that I can do ¶ In thanke the lorde that liggest me beforne That thou liste chese to haue affeccion Of me so mekely in the erthe to be borne And fro thy father to discende a downe Onely for helpe and saluacion Of mankynde frely of thy will My blessed chylde that so good and styll ¶ Liggest nowe here mekely by sufferaunce Amyd the beastes so fayre vpon to se And haste no wighte to thyne attendaunce Lyke thyne estate awaytinge vpon the Saue that thou haste so godely chosen me Of thy grace vpon the to abyde I to serue and thou to be my guyde ¶ As it is right Ioseph with vs twayne To take his parte what fortune so betyde Lyke as thou liste of grace to ordayne And than anone right in the sel●e tyde Ioseph cam me and stode her besyde And sodeynly whan he the chylde doth s● Full humbly knelinge on his kne ¶ Howe the midwyfe durste nat entre with Ioseph in to the house for a greate light appered within Capi. xxxix WOrshipped hym w t all his herte might With all his will all his full thought And telled Marie for feare of the light The midwyues that he had brought Astoned were that durste nought Entre me but kepte hem aferre For cause onely that a newe sterre ¶ Ascended was vpon that mancion That spredde his light his beames shyne From este to weste thorowe out the region That all they that dyd it sene Gan faste muse what it might mene And in her hertes greately for to charge That a sterre so bright so fayre and large ¶ Of newe dyd appere in that reem That neuer none suche was sene tofore Of whiche sterre prophetes in Iherusalem That tyme were astoned wondere sore Sayden playnly withouten any more That this sterre dyd signefye Thylke sterre whiche in his prophecye ¶ Howe Balaam prophecied the sterre that shewed Christes byrthe Capitulo xl BAlaam the sone of Beor as I fynde Commendeth so in all his beste wyse Whan he sayde sothely of the kynde Of worthy Iacob a sterre sholde aryse And eke also as he doth deuise Full openly the Byble can you tell Howe that a yerde out of Israhell ¶ Shall springe also to smyte and oppresse The ●elle dukes of Moab with her might And he shall waste in warre sothfastnesse The chyldren of Sethe and of kynde right With the shyninge ▪ of his beames bright Conquere also to his subieccion Withouten obstacle and haue possession ¶ Ofydume for his heritage With many another riche regyon And of Seyr the riche Baronage Shall to hym lowte for his renowne So that this Sterte in conclusion Whiche in

Bethleem bright of sterres all The whiche aboue the litell Oxes stall ¶ So shene shone at the Natiuite Of the chylde as ye haue herde me tell Betokeneth playnly as ye shall after here That the lorde of h●uen erthe and hell Whiche may of Moab the tyrannye fell Was there by loke helde his hostage In a stable norowe as ony cage ¶ Amonge beastes though he were lorde of all And all this may at his will gouerne Whiche in his hande hangeth as a ball In very soth his myght is so eterne And all this thynge Marie gan conceru● Within her selfe syker and full close And after that she mekely vp rose ¶ Howe our Lady receyued the mid wyues Capitulo xli ANd to the dore wonder womanly She went a paace and wh●●se dydse The mydwyue● 〈…〉 She brought he● 〈◊〉 with all h●milite Shephora and also 〈◊〉 And hem welcometh in full lowe manere And whan that they these signes sawe in ●●re ¶ Of the sterres and the bestes knele Towarde the chylde to do ●●m reuerence And gan also by other 〈◊〉 fele Of may denhede that there was none offence And that she stode hole in that excellence Of parfyte clennesse and virginite And mother to be and floure in chastyte ¶ Withouten w●●me on any party ●ounde Of all the preues that they make coude And whan they sawe her pappes so habounde With heuenly mylke sent from aboue the cloude She ph●ra gan 〈◊〉 to c●y●full lowde That a mayde hath a chylde borne The whiche thynge was not sene befor●e ¶ In all this worlde who so liste to take hede For it i● soth the right of all nature Passeth playnly and also doth excede The wytte of man I do you well assure But I se w●ll through the mighty ●u●● Of goddes hande this thynge is brought aboute Wherof platly I am nothynge in doubte ¶ But assented with herte and hole credence Hauinge theron none ●mbig●y●● And thane a●o●e for 〈◊〉 greate offence And for wantruste of her ●●owe Salome Openly that all men might se Were in that arme dede and colde as a stone With whiche she was hardy for to gone ¶ Howe the hande of Salome we●ed drye Capitulo x●ii THe chylde to touche of presumpsion And his mother without reuerence Deuoyde of drede or of deuocion Or any faythfull humble aduertence Done as her ought of his magnificence Wherfore anone for her hygh trespace All openly in the same place ¶ She punisshed was that all might it se And gan for sorowe wepe and complayne And sayde lorde haue pyte vpon me And of mercy rewe vpon my payne And of myne offence that thou n●t disdayne Ne to thyne hyghnes it be no displesaunce That I a wretche blynde of ignoraunce ¶ Offended greately hath in thy sight Of ●●che ●●co●●inge and ●●d●scression And sodeynly in all theyr sight Euen amiddes of that mancion An Angell bright sent from heuen downe Dyd appere biddinge her ●●on● With deuoute herte that she sholde gone ¶ Full humbly in her beste entente Unto the chylde for to haue socoure And touche the hemme of his ●estemente Reuerently and with greate honoure For he in soth is the sauyoure Of all the worlde and of all mankynde And power hath playnly to vnbynde ¶ All tgo that playnen and ben in distresse Whan they to hym mekely will call And Salome deuoutly gan her dresse Towarde the chylde and on her knees fall And sayde o lorde that power haste of all Let thy mercy on me sprede For to socoure me ▪ in this greate nede ¶ Me wretched wight punisshed rightfully And loste for euer saue onely thy grace For in loth saue onely thy mercy I haue loste myne arme alas for my trespace And with that worde as she dyd enbrace To touche the cloth that he laye in bounde Without more this Salome hath founde ¶ Remedye and was made hole agayne Sodenly or she coude it spye And vp she rose and made no lenger ●ayne But in the strete openly gan to crye Howe the lorde that all this worlde may gy● Descended is and bycome man And whiles that she thus in the strete ran ¶ Tellinge the byrthe and of the sterre also And of her arme and of her sodeyn cure The people gan faste to drawe to To herken more of this aduenture For in her speche some gan hem assure And that her wordes myght be credible And specially for to them vysyle ¶ The sterre shone euer aboue the house Ay lyke fyx without mocion So bright so longe so glad so ioyouse That all that inspeccion In herte parfyte and tre we entencion That they weren reioysed and made light And all this thynge felle vpon the night ¶ On a sonday myne auctour will nat lye As ye may fynde if ye liste to rede The. viii Kalendes for sothe of Ianuarie Whan Marie example of may denhede Was of age who so will take hede S●rtene yere this floure of Nazareth At the vysion of saynt Elizabeth ¶ Playnly recordeth loke and ye may s● And in this nyght of mooste worthynes Of Christes byrthe and natiuite As the Gospell sayth and bereth witnes Whan the Shepeherdes with greate besynes Kepte her watche the longe wynters night Upon her shepe an Angell with greate light Howe the Angels appered to the Shepe herdes and tolde the byrthe of Christe Capi. xliii AMyd the felde to hem dyd appere And gaue hem conforte in her greate drede And bad hem be light and glad of chere For I quod he shewe to you in dede A ioye that doth euery ioye excede That fynally shall of all dysease To all folke conforte be and ease ¶ And be to hem refuyte and socoure In all my myscheues and aduersite For nowe this day mankyndes sauyour In Bethleem of Dauid his cyte Is borne in soth lyke as ye may se Goth and beholdeth howe that is fall And ye shall fynde in ▪ a oxes stall ¶ Howe that he lyeth in clothes narowe woūde This yonge faunte with chere full benigne The whiche thynge whan that ye haue founde That all is soth let be to you a signe And sodenly with lawde pryse condigne With the Angell the hole chyualrye Of all heuen by one armonye ¶ For ioye her of gan to saye and synge Glorie and honour in the heuenly se Be vnto god eternally and duringe And in erthe peace and reste be To all to men that of one vnyte This hygh feste honoure and magnefye And we echone of one melodye ¶ O mighty lorde we prayse and blesse the And worship eke with humble reuerence And glorifye thyne hygh mageste And thankinge gyue to thy magnyficence For thy glorie and thyne excellence O thou lorde god o Kynge celestiall O god thy father moste myghty founde at all ¶ And god the sone his chylde aboue eterne Christ Iesu borne of this heuenly Quene O god also the chosen lambe so derne Sone of the father withouten spotte all clene That doest away the worldes synne and ten● Haue

mercy on vs of thyne hygh goodnesse Syth thou thy selfe in parfyte holynesse ¶ Alone thou arte sothely hooly and no mo And lorde alone ouer all thynge And worthyest and hyghest eke also O Christ Iesu of heuen and erthe kynge With the holy ghoste in glorie reyninge Ay with the father by eternite There knyt in one through parfyte vnite ¶ Howe the Shepeherdes founden Christ with our Lady Capitulo xliiii ANd whā the Angels with this heuēly songe The byrth of Christ had magnefyed With parfyte gladnesse that was hem amonge To heuen anone agayne they haue hem hyed And the herdes by one accorde a lyed Ben hastely vnto Bethleem gone Where they founden whan they came anone ¶ Marie and Ioseph and the chylde also Leyde in a stable accordinge euery dele As the Angell had sayde hem vnto And of the sight they lyked wonder wele And in hem selfe gan knowe and fele That all was soth that they sayde afore Of the Angell howe a chylde was borne ¶ In to this worlde mankynde for to saue After the recorde of olde prophecye Wherof they ganne so greate a ioye haue That all atones they gan magnefye God aboue deuoutely and to glorefye Retorninge hem deuoyde of euery smerte And Marie close within her hert ¶ Conserued all that she dyd se Worde and dede and euery maner thynge That befylle in this natiuite Full secretely theron ymageninge And prudently her selfe gouerninge Kepte her sone with all her besy cure Whiche on this day as sayth Bonauenture ¶ Lyke a Spouse from his chambre is gone His chosen chyldre through his benignite In his chyrche to ioye hem of Syon By parfyte peace and sothfast vnite And he this day hath shewed the beaute Of his face of excellente fayrnes In whose honoure this day of hygh gladnes ¶ Was made the ympne the Gospell sayth also Our alther myrthe and ioye to encreace Gloria in excelsis de● And in erthe this day a parfyte peace To man was shewed withouten ony leace And as say the Poule goddes benignite This day appered in our humanite ¶ Howe god wolde nat be borne but of a mayde mother and wyfe Capitulo xlv ANd ouer this as he eke tell can God was this day in similitude In erthe honoured in lykenesse of man And he this day his godhede dyd enclude In our manhode and shortely to conclude This day also yf I shall nat fayne Befyll also other thynges twayne ¶ The wonderfullest and moste meruaylous That euer yet were sene tofore Wherof no wight by kynde is capyous Firste howe god to saue that was forlore Lowly in erthe liste to be bore And howe a mayde in her virginite Might also chylde and a mother be ¶ The whiche thynges passen and transende Reason of man by kyndes lykenesse But fayth aboue muste all comprehende And it enbrace by parfyte stablenesse And make his grounde vpon the witnesse Of Prophetes whiche in her prophecye So longe aforne gan to speke and crye ¶ After the cominge of this mighty Kynge Our olde wo and trouble to enchace To whome Dauid sayde in his writinge O bleffull lorde shewe to vs thy face And we in sothe onely through thy grace Shall saued be from all myschyef drede And also nowe in our greate nede ¶ Sende to vs thy confortable light Us to enlumine ligginge in derkenesse Eke Isaye with all his inwarde sight Up to heuen gan his loke to dresse And sayde lorde of thy greate goodnesse Out of deserte from the harde stone Unto the doughter dwellinge in Syone ¶ Sende downe thy lambe fulfilled with mekenesse That lordshyp hath and dominacion Of all the erthe our dole to redresse And wolde god for our saluacion This mighty lorde for to come a downe The hygh heuenes wolde breke on twayne Us to releue of that we so complayne ¶ And Dauid spake eke this lorde vnto In the Sawter our sorowes for to fyne And sayde lorde in relese of our wo In hygh heuenes thy mercy make enclyne And downe discende and let thy grace shyne Upon vs wretches in the vale of sorowe And lorde do dawe thy holy glade morowe ¶ Quod Salamon and shewe to vs thy light Of thy mercy and rewe on our distresse And with thy vertues that be so moche of might That no man may counte them ne expresse Fulfylle Syon and with hygh gladnesse Thy peoples hertes make to renewe That thy Prophetes may be founde trewe ¶ For out of the shall procede anone The myghty kynge and lorde of Israhell And nowe this day is coruen out of stone Without handes of that holy hell Of whiche somtyme the prophete Daniell In his boke wrote so longe aforne To signefye that there sholde be borne At Iherusalem where as a mighty Kynge Shall come in haste his people to visite And he shall bringe peace in his cominge Of whome the power shall not be alyte For it shall laste as hym liste to wryte From see to see and all the erthe sprede Thorugh out the worlde in lenghte and brede ¶ And Baruch commaunded to Iherusalem To be holde in all his beste entente Towarde the brightnesse of the Sonne beame And wysely loke in to the Oriente To se the gladnesse that this day is sent Downe to the erthe nowe that Christ is borne Of whose cominge so many day aforne ¶ Spake Isaye sayde in wordes playne The hygh heuens do your grace adewe And sayde also the skyes sholde rayne Upon erthe her moysture for to shewe And bad the grounde eke in wordes fewe For to open and thus this heuenly shoure For to brynge our alther sauyour ¶ And Ieronime spake eke of this daye And sayde on heyght god sholde make sede A grayne of Dauid fayrer than Floure in Maye Whiche in fresshnes shall euer springe sprede And consetue Iuda of drede And eke Israhell kepe in sykernes And he shall make dome and rightwisnes ¶ Upon the erthe of hygh and lowe degre And rightwisnes men shall his name call Whan he cometh to sitte in the see Of kynge Dauid in his ryall stall And he also tofore the prestes all Bothe of Iuda and Leui shall deuise With newe encence to do sacrefice ¶ To god aboue for the greate offence Of the people and ignoraunce With his offeringe make recompence Or that the swerde be whette of vengeaunce Euenlyke as made is remembraunce In Malachie in the same wyse This sonne of lyfe shall sprynge and aryse ¶ To all tho that hym loue and drede And ben expectant with all humilite On his cominge to suche he shall out shede His light of grace at his natiuite Wherfore be glad lyke as it may be Thou Bethleem I called Effrata Though thou be litell named in Iuda ¶ For out the shall procede anone The mighty kynge and lorde of Israhell And nowe this day is coruen out of a stone Withouten handes of that holy hell Of the whiche somtyme the prophete Daniell In his boke wrote so longe aforne To signefye that