Hoccleve's works. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

(10) The aungeles songe in the feste of the Epiphanie of oure lord. [folio 99]

[4 stanzas of 7 lines each, ababb, cc.]

(1)

HOnured be this blissed holy festë day Line 1 In worshippe of the sweet[ë] welle of liffe,

With alle the ioyes & mirthë þat we may, for Crist, the kirke hath chosë to his wiffe; And fynally abated is þat striffe, Line 5 Þat him betwyn, & man, hath longë be; Honured be this blessed Trinite! Line 7

(2)

Owt of this welle, so noble licoure ran, Line 8 So faire, so fressh, so lusty, hony-sweet, That sith this first day þat the world be-gan, With suche a wellë might[ë] no man mete. Alle heuynesse & malice is for-gete Line 12 As toward man; excused clene is hee; honured be the blissed Trinite! Line 14

(3)

This day, so lowe he wold him self incline, Line 15 The thrid[dë] festë with his highe persone To honure, turnyng watir in-to wynne. This day was Ihesu baptised of seint Iohn; The fadir-is voice was herd owt of his trone: Line 19 "This is my loued sone, þat liketh me." honured be the souereyn Trinite! Line 21

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And þat he schuld haue recorde Autentyk, Line 22 The thrid[dë] persone, on oure lord a-light, The holy gost, vn-to a dowe I-lyk, That pleyn[ë]ly was seyn of eueri wight. [folio 99b] Thus blissed hath he watir, god al-myght, Line 26 In honure of this [highe] solemnite. Honured be the blissed Trinite! Line 28