Þat Mary lulled in louely place,
As sche was ful full of grace,
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To loke in þe lambes face,
Þat siȝt god leue vs sene.
XI.
¶ Seint Iohan wroot wiþ penne, [folio 132]
Ȝif þou lyuest in charyté,
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Þe lombe of loue lyueþ with þe,
And in god þi goost schal be,
In welþe heuene to wynne.
XII.
¶ Make cristys cradell of þi herte,
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In bonde of love bynde hym fast,
On a poure begger put a scherte,
And wollen wedys þat warm will last,
To poure in prisoun þou schalt sterte,
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And ȝeue þe wrecches of þe good þou hast.
¶ Þis seyle sette on þi mast
And seyle in-to þe blisse of heuene;
At domesday god schal full euene
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Monewe þe dedis of mersy seuene
To kaytyfes þat be cast.
XIII.
¶ Rokke þi cradell hiȝe and lowe,
Mirþe and Mischeef haue in mynde,
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In heuene is ioyned ioye Inow,
In hell fyre and filþe þou schalt fynde;
Whasshe þi sowle white as snowe,
And in þat bed þis barn schal þe bynde;
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In a cote, with-oute slow,
Oure lady lolled þi leve frende.
¶ Man haue þis in mynde,
