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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

the holy ghoste lowde gan to crye And euen thus sayd vnto Marie ¶ Blessed art thou amonge woman all And of thy wombe blessed the fruyte also And howe to me of happe is newe befall My lordes mother for to come me to For very ioye I note what I may do For sothfastly thy greatyng as I here Within my wombe my litell childe nowe here ¶ Rioyseth hym for gladnes as he can That of all wo myne herte it doth releue And blessed are thou that fyrst this ioye began The worde of god so faythfully to beleue Nowe be right glad thyne herte meue For all thynge shall performed be That ben of god byhested vnto the. ¶ Marie than with a deuoute entente With loke benignely and full humble ●here The same houre beyng ay present Elizabeth her owne cosyndere With a full meke and humble chere And all the accorde and hole melodie Of the holy ghoste sayd in her armonye ¶ Howe our Lady made Magnificat Capitulo xxii WIth laude and prise my soule magnefieth Eternall lorde bothe one two and thre That all hath made and euery thyng nowe gyeth Whiche of his myght and bounteous pyte Of his goodnes and hygh benignite Onely of mercy list to haue plesaunce For to consyder and graciously to se To my mekenes and humble attendaunce ¶ My spryte also with herte thought in fere Reioysed hath with fulsome habundaunce In god that is myne herte souerayne entere And all my ioye and all my suffisaunce My hole desyre and all my sustenaunce Within my thought so depe he is graue That but in hym without variaunce In all this worlde I can no gladnes haue ¶ For he from heuen goodly hath beholde Of his handmay de the humilite Wherfore in soth all onely for he wolde All kynredes shall be blessed call me Of the whiche the thanke o lorde be vnto the With pryce and honour of euery voyce and tonge Thorowe armony of sothfast vnyte For this alone be to thy name songe ¶ For he to me hath do thynges greate Of hygh renowne and passinge excellence His grace made fully me to flete For he is myghty of his magnifycence His name holy and moste of reuer●nce That wyll I loue hit shall me neuer sterte With all my trewe faythfull diligence To thanke hym of all my hole herte ¶ And he his mercy moste passyngly famous For kyn to kyn so downe to kynrede Shall thorowe his grace be so plenteous Perpetually that it shall procede And specially to them that louen and drede Myne owne lorde with herte wylle and mynde To suche his pyte shall euer sprynge sprede Of due right neuer be behynde ¶ He hath his arme enforced made stronge His dredefull myght that men may se knowe And proude men they reyne not full longe He serued h●th made hem full lowe With al his herte downe of the whele hem throwe For to a●●●●e her surquedrie and pryde Or they were ware her pompe was ouer throwe Full sodenly and leyde her boste a syde ¶ And myghty tyrauntes from her ryall so He hath avayled and I put a downe And humble and meke ●or her humilit● He hath enhaunced to full hygh renowne For he can make atransmutacion From lowe to hygh as it is sene full ofte And whan hym li●● the dominacion Of wordly pompe to tall full vnsofte ¶ He hath fulfilled and fostered in her nede With the goodes of plentuous largenes Hem that were hongry indygent in drede And hem rel●●ed of all her wretchednes And he the riche hath raught from his richesse Full wylde waste to make vpon the playne And sodenly plungyde in distresse All solytary left hym ligge in vayne For he his chylde chosen of Israell Benignely hath taken to his grace And of his mercy is remembred well To voyde onely vengeaunce from his face And humble peace shall occupye his place And pyte shall besesed in his stall And trouthe shall his right so enbrace To sette mercy aboue his Werkes all ¶ As he hath spoken faythfully behight To our fathers that hath ben here tofore To Abraham to his sede of right That his mercy shall laste euermore For nere his mercy all the worlde were lore Unto the whiche to make man attayne He hath made mercy our kynde to restore And of all his werkes to be souerayne ¶ Howe our Lady after the byrthe of saynt Iohan Baptiste tourned to Nazareth Capitulo xxiii ANd whan this blessed gracious dyte Was sayd to god deuoutly of Marie I fynde after playnly howe that she Styll in the house bode of Zacharie Thre monthes the Gospell may notlye And after that I rede in certayne To Nazareth that she went agayne ¶ And there aboue in contemplacio● In her prayers alway day by daye With many an holy meditacion To queme her lorde in what she can or maye From whome her thought went neuer awaye Her full mnyde ne her remenbraunce For but in hym she hath no plesaunce ¶ In all this worlde of no maner thynge For all her ioye was on hym to thynke What euer she dyd prayeng or worchynge Nothinge but he might in her herte synke For fynally whether she wake or wynke Amyd her herte he was alway present So fixe on hym was sette her hole entent ¶ And day by day this holy lyfe she lad This party emayde thorowe hygh deuocion So seruent loue vnto god she had There may be made no deuision For she sequestred her opynion From all the worlde let it playnly gone So hole to god she gaue her herte alone ¶ For euer in loue she brent more and more Towarde god in his hygh seruice Was all her luste with herte sette so sore All erthely thynge she fully doth despyse And day by day her wombe gan to ryse Through the fulfilling of the holy ghoste Therin by loke whome she loued moste ¶ This mene while Ioseph ay soiourned In Galilee god wote full innocent Of all this thynge and why he not retourned Was for that he was so diligent In Carpentry● with all his full entent Sondry werkes of meruaylous empryse By carpentrye to forge and deuise ¶ For in this crafte inpassyng excellence He had in soth hygh discression And was had moste in reuerence Of all the werkmen of that regyon And for he had in connyng suche renowne Lyke a mayster there is nomore to saye The werkmen all his bidding dyd obaye ¶ And when he had all werke acheued He is repayred to Nazareth agayne But lorde howe he was in his herte ameued When that Marie he hath with childe yseyne That sore astoned he nat what he may sayne So at his herte it sat so inwardly Tyll at the laste he abrayed sodaynly ¶ And sayd alas howe it is fall of newe In myne absence or what thyng may this be Sithen this mayde so faithfull so trewe Is with chylde god wote not with me That somtyme had auowed chastite And to my kepyng eke

in erthe and also rightwisnes ¶ And Sophone bad abyde a whyle Upon this day with deuocion For he shall gader oute of euery yle Of eche kyngdom and euery region His people in one of hygh affeccion And also there as he maketh mynde From the flodes of Ethiope and ●●de ¶ They shal to hym deuoutely offerynge brynge And do to hym dewe sacrefyse And false goddes eke through his worchynge With royall might he shall also despise And from her sees make hem to arise And fro the bandes of her dwellynge place Of very force dryue hem and enchace ¶ And of his byrthe longe or that it fell In a vision wonderfull of sight Spake the prophete called Daniell And sayde hym thought he sawe vpon a night Lyke to beholde as he demed right A sone of man comynge with a skye To whome power honoure and regally ¶ There gyuen was perpetuelly to abyde And his kyngdome by eternite Shall stande hole and nat deuyde Whiche shall nat passe neyther corrupte be Whose comynge eke whan he dyd se The holy prophete olde Ezechiel Saythe thus the Bibell can you tell ¶ I shall ordeyne prudently prouyde An herdeman my slepe to kepe sure To wake the flockes euery tyde To kepe hem wysely into her pasture And forthermore he dothe vs eke assure The holy prophete forthe in his writtynge Sothely affermynge that there shall be a kynge ¶ Of all folkes whose empyre shall be one And no senger deuided into twayne Whiche in Idoles made of stocke and ston● Ne shall nomore be pollute to ordeyne False offerynges to god that they seyne And the prophecie that called is Adge Full openly who so liste to se ¶ Wryteth of his byrthe in a litell stounde Euen lyke as he was enspired That he shall meue heuen see and grounde And he that is of all moste desyred Shall come in haste lyke a kynge a tyred For ioye of the whiche holy Zacharie To Christes spouse this doth specefye ¶ Be glad and light thou doughter of Syon And singe thou doughter of Iherusalem Beholde thy kynge shall come right anone That shall be borne sothely in Bethleem And his power shall fro royalme to royalme The bondes stratche of his royalte As ferre in south as any flode or any see ¶ Holden her course as they with waues wynde Out of her mother the greate Occian Of whose comynge Malachie maketh mynde Within his boke the Bible tell can Howe the name of hym bothe god and man Shall strotche his streames withouten wene Fro thylke place where the Sonne shen● ¶ Reyseth his light whan it begynneth dawe At the vpriste in the mornynge Unto the weste where he goeth vnder wawe Till efte agayne his chariete he brynge In to the easte that dothe the larke synge For ioye onely that his beames ryse And of his cōmynge dothe eke Amos deuyse ¶ And sayth he shall newely by miracle Restore agayne and eke reedefye Upon that day the mighty tabernacle Of kynge Dauid with all the regallye And of this chylde wryteth also I saye Whan he is borne that in his presence Kynges for drede shullen kepe scilence ¶ A question assoyled whiche is worthy est of kynge Wyne or womā Capitulo lvii ANd as in erthe is made a question Of thynges thre whiche was worthiest Kynge wyne or woman in comparison Eche I praysed and holden as for best And all this stryfe and as Darius gan leste Zorobabell withouten any slouthe Aboue echone had preferred trouthe ¶ And whyle they were atrauerse of these thre Eueriche holdynge his opynyon Zorobabell of right and equyte To woman gaue his commendacion Makynge forthwith of trouthe mencion Onely in signe as he can deuyse Fro woman fyrste trouthe muste aryse ¶ Whiche is the bande knotte pryncipall Of all vertue it may nat be denyed And therwithall so excellent royall With god hymselfe that is next alyed And for it is so moche magnefyed Thorowe the worlde of pryce and worthy fame God chese hymselfe of that to bere the name ¶ And with his mouthe hymself so liste hym call As the Gospell maketh mencion And by recorde of prophetes all God descendynge to one conclusion This daye in erthe for our saluacion Of a woman in maydenhede flourynge To mankynde trouthe dyd sprynge ¶ And fro heuen rightwisnes behelde Howe trouthe mercy in a mayde mette And thus is trouthe spronge out of a felde Where the holy ghoste the rayne of grace sett● To make the graffe that he fro Iuda sette To fructefie and a pure virgine That shall be tytle of the same lyne ¶ The crowne of Iuda to accepte anone And vnderfonge it as a champyon Whiche was byrafte so many a day a gone From Sedechie awaye in Babilon Whan that was made a transmigracion By the tyraunt Nabugodonosor Whose cruelte laste shall nomore ¶ Howe our Lady ought worthely to be recommēded worshipped for the byrthe of Christe Capitulo lviii NOwe he is borne that is rightfull heyre That shall make beter than Neomie His people of Iuda for to haue repeyre Ierusalem agayne to reedefye Though Herode that falsely dothe occupye As a foreyn through his cruell might By tyrannye and no tytle of right ¶ Of whome the kyngdom shall nat lōge endu●● The reygne vsurpynge by extorcion For the lorde of euery creature This day hath take his iuste possession In Bethleem within a smale dongeon He his mother as who sayth but all on● To wayte on hym other fewe or none ¶ A lady myne howe god hath made the ryche Thy selfe alone all richesse to possede For in this worlde none is the lyche Of plente royall fro the lande of mede Where the hylles of golde ben as I rede May no treasoure in his menes reyse Agayne thy treasure for to conterpeyse ¶ For certes lady thou alone haste all That within heuen Angels desyre The Iewell eyche the treasoure celestiall Of heuen kynge of erthe lorde and syre And hym that hath all the hole empyre Of lande see and the Monarchye Thou haste hooly lady myne to gye ¶ And as Augustine the holy doctour wryteth In a sermon of the natiuite We may to the saye right as he biddeth With deuoute her●e knelynge on our kne O blessed lady floure of virginite We prayen echone o welle of our welfare Lyke a mother nat thy mylke to spare ¶ Gyue hym plente that is so plenteous Of fulsomnesse Angels to fede And gyue hym souke the pyment gracious Of thy pappes let thy condyte shede The swete mylke all aboute in brede Motherly it makynge to auale On his fayre tender lymmes smale ¶ Glad maiste thou be that saue liste to vouce With his softe rounde lippes lyte To haue pleasaūce thy brestes for to touche Onely to souke thy blessed pappes whyte And that hym liste so godely to dely●● For his playe to haue so moche ●●●ss● Euer amonge thy holy mouthe to kisse ¶ And sodeynly with childely chere Iocounde Than anone thy whyte necke to enbrace With his softe tender