That licour ran so to his hals, [folio 166b]
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To his scholdres and his brest als;
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¶ Ther is no Ioynt aboute his tharmes,
It rennes so doun by his Armes,
And by his hond it so doun wendes,
Til it come at his ffyngur endes.
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And gret ffusoun ther doun rides
Ful wonderly by bothe his sydes,
So ffaste that licour dounward droppes,
That no thyng his rennyng stoppes,
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Til it were comen In-to his theis
And so ȝede doun In-to his kneis;
So it ran wonder schete,
Til it come doun to his fete.
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¶ Another vessel thenne ther stode,
Ful of baume ffresche [MS. ff'resche.] & gode,
And kest vpward his gode reles
And keped him so In flesche & gres.
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That on ȝede vp, that other doun,
Fro his ffete to the croun;
When it aboue with that was met,
Bothe his feet ther-Inne was set.
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Thei ȝaff In him suche odour,
That he was saff with-oute sauour:
Thus thei him made with here myȝt
And keped him bothe day & nyȝt.
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WHen this werk was thus be-went,
Thei made foure morteres þat euere brent;
Thei brenned nyght, thei brenned day,
With-outen sese thei brenned ay.
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Thei were alle mad of gold schire,
On hem stode euere a flaume of fire,
That neyther water of broke ne of bek
Ne nothyng In erthe thei myȝt slek.
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