Sant Augustine dothe the like;
Ould Simeon and Zacharie
Haue not their songes to seeke.
There Magdalene hath left her mone,
And cheerefullie doth singe,
With blessed Saints whose harmonie
In everie streete doth ringe.
Hierusalem, my happie home,
Would God I were in thee,
Would God my woes were at an end,