And alle maner men that are.
ffor Goddys son, as I declare,
Is born to bye mankende;
Oure Savyour is come to sesyn oure care;
Therfore have I grett merthe to wende.
And that is the cawse I hast me
Onto the temple hym to se;
And therfor lett me not, good frende!
Anna. Now blyssyd be God in Trinyté,
Syn that tyme is come to be,