This boke is compyled by Dan Iohn Lydgate monke of Burye, at the excitacion [and] styrynge of the noble and victorious prynce, Kynge Henry the fyfthe, i[n] the honoure glorie [and] reuerence of the byrthe of our moste blessed Lady, mayde, wyfe, [and] mother of our lorde Iesu Christe, chapitred as foloweth by this table
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- This boke is compyled by Dan Iohn Lydgate monke of Burye, at the excitacion [and] styrynge of the noble and victorious prynce, Kynge Henry the fyfthe, i[n] the honoure glorie [and] reuerence of the byrthe of our moste blessed Lady, mayde, wyfe, [and] mother of our lorde Iesu Christe, chapitred as foloweth by this table
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- Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?
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- [Imprynted at London :: In the Fletestrete, by me Robert Redman, dwellynge in saynt Dunstones parysshe, next ye churche,
- In the yere of our lorde god. MCCCCC.XXXI. [1531] The fyrste daye of the moneth of Nouembre]
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"This boke is compyled by Dan Iohn Lydgate monke of Burye, at the excitacion [and] styrynge of the noble and victorious prynce, Kynge Henry the fyfthe, i[n] the honoure glorie [and] reuerence of the byrthe of our moste blessed Lady, mayde, wyfe, [and] mother of our lorde Iesu Christe, chapitred as foloweth by this table." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A06560.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 14, 2024.
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ANd in pa••••ye greately / weren dis••••••••••
Lest that god on hē / wolde take veng••••••c••
For they so ferre / goddes might haue assayed
Of errour blynde and ve••ay ignoraunce
And right forthwith / of hertely repentaunce
They bonchen her brestes / with fystes wōder sore
And all attones / fellen downe afore.
¶ This holy mayde / with humble reuerence
And wolden her fete haue / kyssed there a none
Askynge mercy / of her greate offence
And she forgaue it hem euery chone
And all the Bisshoppes / and the people gone
Benignely / to brynge her awaye
And to her paleyse / fully her conueye.
¶ Of whome the noyse / to the heuen ronge
With herte and speche / as they magnefye
The lorde aboue / in euery wightes tonge
For ioye and myrthe / gan hym glorefye
And all the daye / thus in melodye
They ladde forth / tyll it drowe to eue
And godely than / of her they toke her leue.
¶ And forth they went euery man his waye
In the storye as made is memorye
But Marie in all the haste she maye
Entred is in to her oratorie
As she that hath wonne the victorie
Of all tho that aforne gan muse
Her mayden hede / of malice to accuse.
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¶ And thorowe her merite / hath ye mouthes shette
And lippes closed of hem / that weren in were
And day by day / kepinge her closette
Continuelly laye in her prayere
Expectaunt euer lyke / as ye shall here
With humble herte / and deuoute obeysaunce
Upon the tyme / of her delyueraunce.
¶ The holy ghoste / beynge ay her guyde
Her chaumbre she kept / her day awaytinge
As ye shall here / if ye liste to abyde
And god toforne / yet or the byrdes singe
And or that Flora / doth the floris sprynge
Tofore the calendes of Apryll or of Maye
My purpose is playnly / if that I maye.
¶ For to procede / forth in his dyte
So as I can / or make mencion
Of the feste and solempnite
That called is / the Incarnacion
Onely through helpe / and supportacion
Of her that is so plenteous benigne
Or that Phebus entre in the signe.
¶ With this carecte / of the Ariete
Of this feste / somwhat shall I wryte
But o alas / the Rethorikes swete
Of Petrake fraunces / that coude so endyte
And Eullius / with all his wordes whyte
Full longe agone / and full olde of date
Is dede alas / and passed into fate.