For he is more þan any honour,
For his honour passeþ oure myȝt,
For we ben his, and he is oure;
All þouȝtes ben to hym dyȝt.
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¶ A specyall tyme of heryeng here.
Lyueliche quyk bred is put forþ þis day,
Whyche in þe table of þe holy sopere,
Wiþ-outen doute was ȝouen oure fay
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To þe company of twelfe breþeren þere were.
By here ful heryenge, ioyed þay;
Wel sowned in here ere,
Wiþ ioly herte, fayre song to say.
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¶ A day is mad of solempnyte,
Of þis table first ordynaunce is worschipful tolde.
In þis newe kynges table, now knowe we
Newe Estren endeþ the olde.
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Newe thyng dryueþ old þyng fro his degre;
Out of mynde, þe lasse of tolde.
So soþfast sunne, by hys pouste,
Dryueþ awey shadewe, and striȝeþ colde.
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¶ As lyȝt liȝteneþ nyȝt, fro derkenes of kynde,
So dede crist at þe holy sopere,
Bad pertely do so of hym mynde,
By holy ordynaunce tauȝt vs to lere,
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Halwe bred and wyn, by hys word and wynd,
To an ost of helþe to cristen men here,
ffro shadwe of deþ, to gostly blynd,
To liȝt of lyf, to shynen clere.
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¶ Lore is ȝouen to cristen men,
In-to flesch passeþ þe bred;
As holychirche doþ vs kenne, [folio 124a]
Þe wyn, to blod, þat is so red.
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