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A68430
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The vertue of [the] masse
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Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?
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1520
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STC 17038; ESTC S120595
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wynkyn de worde ¶ The vertue of y e masse YE folke all whiche haue deuocyon To here masse fyrst do your besy cure With all your inwarde comtemplacyon As a myrour presentynge in fygure The morall menynge of our goostly armure Whan a preest with mynysters more and lasse Arayeth hym by recorde of scrypture The same tyme whan he shall go to masse Fyrste se that your eyen be very contemplatyfe And calleth vnto mynde with hole affeccyon How the masse here in this present lyfe Of goostly gladnesse is thefe dyreccyon To houe a memory all of crystes passyon Our bame our tryacle helth our medycyne Agayne goostly gladnesse our restoracyon As doctours remembre in theyr doctryne Of dyscrecyon yf ye lyst to consyder As ye be bounte of very trouth and ryght You to preserue that ye do not slyder Of all that daye for lacke of goostly lyght Fyrst euery morowe or phebus shyne bryght Let pale aurora conducte you and dresse Vnto the chyrche of cryst to haue a syght For chefe preseruatyfe ayenst all goostly sykenesse Entrynge the chyrche with grete humylyte To here masse fyrst at your vprysynge Dyspose your selfe knelynge on your knee For to be there fyrst at his begynnynge And fro the tyme fyrst of his reuysshynge Departe not tyll that he hath do To all your werkes it shall be grete furtherynge To abyde the ende of In principio Kepe you from noyse and Iangelynge importune The house of god is ordeyned for prayere With syght and scelence sadly dooth contynue In your defaute that men no noyse here Gase not aboute demure of loke and chere As I sayd erst tyll the preest haue do Your good you shall encrease in fere So ye abyde the ende of In principio In sacryfyce of y e olde lawe With the heed men offred vp the tayle For a good begynnynge men sholde not withdrawe Tyll it were ended Moyses gaue counsayle A werke begon is of more auayle If a good ende acorde well therto And for encrease of your goostly trauayle Abyde the ende of In principio ¶ Iudica me deus The holy man the 〈◊〉 Celestyne Lyke as I fynde wryten in his lyfe Of dyrecte deuocyon grace whiche is dyuyne By god inspyrate ymagynatyfe To enpresse the power of the fendes mortall stryfe Ayenst theyr malyce for to make resystence Badde preestes sholde with herte contemplatyfe Before the awter in crystes hygh presence Saye fyrst this psalme with loke dyrecte to heuen Iudica me deus with hole herte entere Theyr couscyence purge fro the synnes seuen Or they presume to go to the awtere The same psalme sette in the sawtere For a memoryall of the captyuyte How Iherusalem stode in grete daunger At Babylon that frowarde fell cyte This psalme complayneth as Lyre dooth recorde Theyr longe abydynge within Babylon Songes of theyr exyle myght not accorde With the cantycles of Iuda and Syon Of hope dyspayred theyr comforte was nere gone Lyke as this psalme sheweth in fygure But god by grace restored them euerychone Home to Iherusalem by recorde of scrypture Take of this psalme the moralyte Before rehersed and on the other syde Be dylygent with all humylyte On the masse folowynge for to abyde Haue this in custome and god shall the guyde All that daye to gouerne thy passage In what peryll so euer thou go or ryde The to defende fro trouble and domage And to gyue folke the more occasyon To haue this psalme in the more reuerence And here the masse with more deuocyon As they be bounde of trouth and conscyence I am full set to do my dylygence After my symplenesse this lytell psalme to translate With humble supporte of your pacyence Where as defaute is put the faute in lydgate ¶ Iudica me deus O thou my lorde moost myghty and eterne O gracyous Ihesu of mercy and pyte Deme thou my quarell me also dyscrene Amonge myn enemyes or I encombred be My dredefull enemyes that ben in nombre thre The fende the flesshe brygantes moost mortall The false worlde full of duplycyte O Ihesu helpe or they gyue me a fall Quia tu es deus fortitudo mea For thou arte lorde onely of brede and lengthe Of ryght consydered I dare ryght well expresse Thou art my supporte and my ghostly strengthe Why wylte thou lopde suffre my symplenesse For to procede in sorowe and dystresse Whyle myne enemyes proudely me assayle O blesfull Ihesu of mercyfull goodnesse Graunte of thy grace that they may not preuayle ¶ Emitte lucem tuam Sende downe y e lyght lord seÌ„de downe y e ryghtwysnesse The lyght of thy grace for consolacyon Thy ryghtwysnesse my passage for to dresse By parfyte prayer by contemplacyon To test in quyete lorde sende thy grace downe Me to conuey that there be none obstacle Towarde the hygh hyll of syon Within thy holy celestyall habytacle ¶ Et introibo ad altare And I shall entre lorde to thyn awter Made stronge in spyryte grounded in sadnes For as me semeth courage face and chere Reioysed ben with spyrytuall gladnes My youthe agayne renewed to his fresshenes Whiche of olde custome in vyces was appalled Tyll thyn experye gracyous goodnes Hath my laste ende agayne to mercy called ¶ Confitebitur tibi in eythara I shall be shryuen and confessed vnto the In thylke harpe whiche for our awter good Was sette and wrested at caluarye on a tree Whan all thy senewes were strayned on a rode Mary and Iohan vnder the crosse stode With wepynge eyen sowned oftyme Tyll the repast of our eternall fode On eester morowe rose vp before pryme ¶ Quare tristis es anima mea O thou my soule how mayst thou heuy be Syth cryst hath bought the with his passyon What cause hast thou for to trouble me Thy lorde was slayne for thy redempcyon Gaue he not alwaye to thy refeccyon On shyrethursdaye in fourme of wyne and brede His owne blessyd body in consolacyon And on good frydaye was not he for the deed ¶ Speraindeo Trust in god and he ryght well certeyne Voyde of dyspayre and ambyguyte For vnto hym I shall be shryuen agayne My goostly Ioye agayne all aduersyte Whiche of my chere is the felycyte Whyle he my socour is alas whome sholde I drede Agayne all worldly perylles and infernall pouste He spared not his blode for me to blede ¶ Interpretatio misse Vpon his heed an amyte fyrst he layeth Whiche is a sygne a token and a fygure Outwarde shewynge grounded on the fayth The largeable by recorde of scrypture Is ryght wysnes perpetuall to endure The longe gyrdle clennesse and chastyte Rounde on the arme the fauon dooth assure All sobrenes knytte with humylyte Thestole also stretchynge ferre on length Is of doctours the aungelyke doctryne Mowgre heretykes to stande in theyr strength From crystes lawe neuer to declyne Chesuble aboue with charyte to shyne As bryght as phebus in his mydde spere Holdeth euer his courâ—e in the ryght lyne To frende and foo stratche out his bemes