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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Mary, -- Blessed Virgin, Saint.
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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 April 30, 2024.
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O Thoughtfull herte / plonged in distresseWith slōbre of slouth / this long wynters nightOut of ye slepe of mortal heuynesseAwake anoue / and loke vpon the lyghtOf thylke sterre / that with her bemys bryghtAnd with the shynynge / of his stremes meryeIs wonte to glade / all our emisperye.
¶ And to oppresse the derknes / and the dooleOf heuy hertes / that sorowen and sighen ofteI mene the sterre / of the bright pooleThat with her bemys / whan she is alofteMay al the trouble asswage / and assofteOf worldly wawes / whiche in this mortall seeHath vs bysette with grete aduersite.
¶ The rage of whiche / is so tempestyousThat whan the calme / is moste blandisshyngeThen is the storme / of deth moste perilousIf that he want / the light of her shynyngeAnd but the sight: alas of her lokyngeFrom dethes brynke / vs to escapeThe hauen of lyfe / of vs may not betake.
¶ This streme in beaute / passith PlyadesBothe of shynynge / and of stremes clereBoetes and Artur / and also IadesAnd Esperus / whan it doth appereFor this is Spice / with her bright spereThat towarde euyn / at midnyght & at moroweDowne from heuyn adawith all out sorowe.
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¶ Whose bryght beames shynyng fro so ferreThat clowdes blake may the lyght not steyneFor this of Iacob / is the fayre sterreThat vnder wawes / neuer doth declyneWhose course: is not vnder the ecliplyke lyneBut euery lyche of beaute may be seneAmyd the arke / of our meridyne.
¶ And dryeth vp the bytter terys weteOf Aurora after the morowe grayeThat she in wepynge bothe on floures fleteIn lusty Apryll / and in fresshe Maye:And causeth Phebus the bryght somers dayeWith his way•••• golde borned bryght and 〈◊〉〈◊〉To enchase the mys•••••• of our cloudy ayre.
¶ For this is the sterre / that bare y• bryght sonneWhiche holdeth the spere / of Iuda in his handeWhole stremes ben / out of Iesse co••••eTo 〈…〉〈…〉 lyght bothe in see and landeWhose glade bemys / without eclipsynge standeEstwarde to vs in the Oryent full sheneWith lyght of grace to voyde all our tene.
¶ Nowe fayre sterre / o sterre of stetrys allWhose lyght to se / Angels delyteSo let the golde dewe of thy grace fallIn to my breste / lyke scalys fayre and whyteMe to enspyre / of that I wyll endyteWith thylke bawme sent downe by myracleWhan the holy ghost / the made his tabernacle.
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¶ And the lycoure / of thy grace shedeIn to my penne / to enlumyne this dyteThorowe thy supporte / that I may procedeSomwhat to say in laude & praysynge of theAnd fyrst I thynke / of the natiuyteSo that thyne helpe / fro me not twynneBenygne lady / anone to begynne.
¶ Here endeth the prologe.
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