How is it that the modyr of God me xulde come to?
That wrecche of alle wrecchis, a whyght wers than nought!
And thou art blyssyd, that belevyd veryly in thi thought,
That the wurde of God xulde profyte in the,
But how this blyssydnes abought was brought,
I cannot thynk nyn say how it myght be.
Maria. To the preysyng of God, cosyn, this seyd mut be,
Whan I sat in my lytyl hous onto God praynge,
Gabryel come and seyde to me, Ave!
Ther I conceyved God at my consentynge,