ffor holy prayere may chaunge ȝour mood,
And cawse ȝour chere to be more good;
Whan ȝe se notȝ ȝour childys blood,
The lasse may be ȝour care!
Tunc transiet Maria ad templum cum Johanne, etc.
Maria. Here in this temple my lyff I lede,
And serve my lord God with hertyly drede, —
Now xal wepynge me fode and fede,
Some comforte tylle God sende.
A! my lord God, I the pray,