ffor God hath addyd ssorowe to sorwe;
I prey the, Lorde, thi sowlys com se,
How thei ly and sobbe, bothe eve and morewe.
With thi blyssyd blood ffrom babys hem borwe,
Thy careful creaturys cryenge in captyvyté,
A! tary not, gracyous Lord, tyl it be to-morwe,
The devyl hath dysceyved hem be his iniquité.
A! quod Jeremye, who xal gyff wellys to myn eynes,
That I may wepe bothe day and nyght?
To se oure bretheryn in so longe peynes,