Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
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Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500
[Sidenote: The child Christ was so clean that ox and ass
worshipped him.]
Þe{n}ne watȝ her blyþe barne burnyst so clene,
Þat boþe þe ox & þe asse hym hered at-ones;
Þay knewe hy{m} by his clannes for ky{n}g of nature,
For non so clene of such a clos com neu{er} er þe{n}ne; 1088
& ȝif clanly he þe{n}ne com, ful cortays þ{er}-aft{er},
[Sidenote: He hated wickedness, and would never touch ought that
was vile.]
Þat alle þat longed to luþ{er} ful lodly he hated;
By nobleye of his norture he nolde neu{er} towche
Oȝt þat watȝ vngoderly oþ{er} ordure watȝ i{n}ne. 1092
[Sidenote: Yet there came to him lazars and lepers, lame and
blind.]
Ȝet comen lodly to þat lede, as laȝares monye,
Su{m}me lepre, su{m}me lome, & lom{er}ande blynde,
Poysened & parlatyk & pyned i{n} fyres,
[Sidenote: Dry and dropsical folk.]
Drye folk & ydropike, & dede at þe laste; 1096
Alle called on þat cortayse & claymed his g{ra}ce.
[Sidenote: He healed all with kind speech.]
He heled hem wyth hynde speche of þat þay ask aft{er},
For what-so he towched also-tyd to{ur}ned to hele,
Wel cla{n}ner þen any crafte cowþe devyse; 1100
So clene watȝ his hondely{n}g vche ordure hit schonied,
[Sidenote: His handling was so good, that he needed no knife to
cut or carve with.]
& þe gropy{n}g so goud of god & man boþe,
Þat for fetys of his fyngeres fonded he neu{er}
Nauþ{er} to cout[56] ne to kerue, w{i}t{h} knyf ne wyth egge, 1104
For-þy brek he þe bred blades wyth-outen;
[Sidenote: The bread he broke more perfectly than could all the
tools of Toulouse.]
For hit ferde freloker i{n} fete i{n} his fayre honde,
Displayed more pryuyly when he hit part schulde,
Þe{n}ne alle þe toles of tolowse moȝt tyȝt hit to kerue, 1108
[Sidenote: How can we approach his court except we be clean?]
Þ{us} is he kyryo{us} & clene þat þ{o}u his cort askes;
Hov schulde þ{o}u com to his kyth bot if þ{o}u clene were?
Nov ar we sore & synful & sov[_er_]ly[57] vch one,
How schulde we se, þe{n} may we say, þ{a}t syre vpon throne? 1112
[Sidenote: God is merciful.]
Ȝis, þat mayst{er} is mercyable; þaȝ þ{o}u be man fe{n}ny,
& al to-marred i{n} myre whyl þ{o}u on molde lyuyes,
Þ{o}u may schyne þurȝ schryfte, þaȝ þ{o}u haf schome serued,
[Headnote: PENANCE MAKES MAN PURE AS A PEARL.]
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