Er wikked fendes hir wrathe upon hem wreche;
Lanterne of light, thou be hir lyves leche!
Paradyse of plesaunce, gladsom to al good,
Benigne braunchelet of the pyne-tree,
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Vyneyerd vermayle, refressher of our food,
Licour ayein languor, palled that may not be,
Blisful bawme-blossom, byding in bountè,
Thy mantel of mercy on our mischef sprede,
And er wo wake, wrappe us under thy wede!