Lyk till lawntryns it illumynyt so cler,1255
At warldly lycht tharto mycht be no peyr.
A woice said thus; “God has me grantyt grace
“That I sall kep my promess in this place.”
Fol. 123 a
The monk was blyth off this cler fygur fayr;
Bot a fyr brand in his forheid he bayr,1260
And than him thocht it myslikyt all the lawe.
‘Quhar art thow, spreyt? ansuer, sa God the sawe.’
“In purgatory.” ‘How lang sall thow be thair?’