This water in hast
Eft will I tast.
Now am I agast,
It is wanyd a grete dele. 450
51. Now are the weders cest, and cateractes knyt,
Both the most and the leest.
Vxor. Me thynk, bi my wit,
The son shynes in the eest. Lo, is not yond it?
We shuld haue a good feest, were thise floodis flyt
So spytus. 455