In my age þou hast grantyd me thys,
That thys ȝowng chyld with me shall wone;
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I love no thyng so myche, i-wysse,
Except þin owyne selffe, der fader of blysse,
As ysaac her, my owyne swete sone.
I haue dyuerse chyldryn moo
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The wych I love not halffe so wyll; [The adverb "well" is spelt throughout wyll, it was pronounced to rhyme with feel, deal, &c.]
Thys fayer swet chyld, he schereys [Schereys, cheers.] me soo,
In euery place wer that I goo,
That noo dessece [Dissece, dis-ease, i.e. hurt or discomfort.] her may I fell. [Fell, feel.]
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And ther for, fadyr of heuyn, I the prey
For hys helth and also for hys grace,
Now lord, kepe hym both nygth and day,
That neuer dessese nor noo fray
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Cume to my chyld in noo place.
[To Isaac.
Now cum on, ysaac, my owyne swete chyld!
Goo we hom and take owr rest.
Ysaac.
Abraham! myne owyne fader so myld,
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To folowe ȝow I am full glad,
Bothe erly and late.
Abraham.
Cume on, swete chyld, I love the best [folio 15b]
Of all the chyldryn that euer I be-gat.
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Deus
[in heaven].
Myn angell, fast hey the thy wey,
An on to medyll-erth anon þou goo,
