CAP. VIII.
[verse 1] The vois of patriarkis, of Crist. Who to me ȝyueth thee, my brother, soukende the tetes of my moder, that I finde thee alone withoute forth, and kisse thee, and now me no man dispise? [verse 2] I shal take thee, and leden in to the hous of my moder, and in to the bed place of hir that gat me; there thou shalt teche me, and I shal ȝyue to thee drinken [drinke A.] of spiced win, and of the must of my poumgar|netes. [verse 3] The lift hond of hym vnder myn hed, and the riȝt hond of hym shal clippe me. The vois of Crist, of the Chirche. [verse 4] I adiure ȝou, ȝee doȝtris of Jerusalem, ne rere ȝee, ne maketh [make A.] to waken my leef, to the time that she wile. The vois of the sinagoge, of the Chirche. [verse 5] What is she this, that steȝeth vp fro desert, flow|ende