Maria. O, hye wysdam, in youre dygne deyté,
Youre infynyth lovnesse mad oure salvacyon,
That it lyst you of me sympilest to take here humanité,
Wyth dew obeschyauns I make you gratulacyon.
And, glorious Lord and sone, yif it like youre benygnyté,
Nouth to ben displesid wyth my desideracyon,
Me longith to youre presense now conjunct to the unyté,
Wyth alle myn herte and my sowle be natures excitacyon,
To youre domynacyon.
ffor alle creaturis in you don affye,