Peyne nere grevynge fele I ryght non!
I am clene mayde and pure virgyn,
Tast with ȝour hand ȝourself alon.
Hic palpat ȝelomye beatam virginem, dicens,
ȝelomy. O myghtfulle God, have mercy on me!
A merveyle that nevyr was herd beforn!
Here opynly I fele and se
A fayr chylde of a maydon is borne,
And nedyth no waschynge, as other don,—
fful clene and pure forsothe is he;