Aȝens þe fende it is defens,
And dryueþ hym vnder daunger lyd.
¶ And after it betyd
Þat god was grettest preest,
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Þan was frank ensens hym nest,
And bitter mirre bote is brest,
To deþe Iewes him chyd.
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¶ At þe feest of Architriclyn
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Þe lord þat bouȝt vs oute of bonde,
Turned water in-to wyn,
Þorowe blessyng of hys holy honde;
I hope þat blessyng schal be myn,
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Whan I lete lyfe in londe;
And gode man it schal be þine,
To folwe god fast ȝif þou fonde.
¶ In writ I vndirstonde,
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Foure feestis faire and fre,
Epiphanye be set on þe.
Epiphanye blessyd þou be,
Þou kepest man fro schonde!
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¶ Of fyue loves of barley greyn,
And ij fyssches in rwle is rad,
God made a feest faire and pleyn.
V Ml folk þer-with he fad,
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With v lovys and fysshes tweyn,
Greet cumpany þer-with was glad;
Þes woordys myȝt þou soþely seyn,
Þe lord of plenté þe pepil fad;
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¶ Riche relef þei had,
Xij baskettis full of broke mete;
To preyse god we are depe in dete,
