He that was bothe deed and colde put in grave,
To lyve is arysen by his owyn myght;
In his dere herte blood myn hand wasche I have,
Where that the spere poynt was peynfully pyght.
I take me to feyth, fforsakynge alle unryght,
The dowte that I had fful sore me avexit,
ffor now have I seyn with ful opyn syght,
Quod mortuus et sepultus nunc resurrexit!
I trustyd no talys that were me tolde,
Tylle that myn hand dede in his hert blood wade;