The Jewys, ffekylle and ffals ffownde,

Where have thei do the body with wounde?

He lythe not upon this grownde,

The body is don aweye.

Maria Jacobi. To my Lorde, my love, my ffrende,

ffayn wolde I salve a spende,

And I myght aught amende

His woundys depe and wyde.

To my lorde I owe lowlyté,

Bothe homage and fewté