A lovynge man evyr more to dwelle.
Maria Jacobi. To lyve is resyn ageyn that Lorde,
The qwyche Judas to Jewys solde;
Of this I bere ryght trewe recorde,
By wurdys that the aungel tolde.
Now myrthe and joye to man on molde!
Every man now myrthe may have!
He that was closyd in cley ful colde
This day is resyn owt of his grave!
Petrus. Sey me, systeryn, with wurdys blythe,