To preyse hym no man forȝete
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With speches gode and glad.
XXVII.
¶ Foure festys in one be set,
By diuers dayes it fell;
But at þe feest of mesure met,
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Wyn of water god wrouȝt well,
Neuer festour fedde better. [folio 134b]
V Ml folk þan crist gan fede,
To flum Iordan þe kyng gan fle,
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And Iohan baþed hym in þat stede.
¶ Iohan weissch his faire fell
And crystened crist in water colde,
Whan crist was xxx wynter olde;
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Thus iiij feestis to-gedir folde,
To stroye þe fende so fell.
XXVIII.
¶ Estren is oure ful fode,
Whan cristis flesshe freendys schal fede;
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All festis arn full gode,
But þat is douȝtiest at nede;
We ete þe duke þat died on rode,
Þat all deueles in helle drede;
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Forsake ȝoure synnes wrecches wode,
Or mete of mercy ȝif ȝou no mede.
¶ God his blood gan schede,
His riche ribbes weren rent all rede,
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For mannys love he þoled dede;
Now is hys body in forme of brede,
To stroye þe prince of pride.
XXIX.
¶ Þe kyng haþ sent foure somouns,
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Est and west in euery ende,
