To se my swete sone with peynes stronge,
As a theff on cros doth honge,
And nevyr ȝet dede he synne!
Alas! my dere chyld to deth is dressyd!
Now is my care wel more incressyd!
A! myn herte with peyn is pressyd!
ffor sorwe myn hert doth twynne.
Johannes. A! blyssyd mayde, chaunge ȝour thought;
ffor thow ȝour sone with sorwe be sought,
ȝitt by his owyn wyl this werk is wrought,