_5._ this leves] these leaves. sike] sigh. nys] is not. also hit ner nere] as though it had never been. soth] sooth. bote] but, except. thah] though. faleweth] fadeth. albydene] altogether. y not whider] I know not whither. her duelle] here dwell. _6._ _A Hymn to the Virgin_ c. 1300 Of on that is so fayr and bright _Velut maris stella_, Brighter than the day is light, _Parens et puella_: Ic crie to the, thou see to me, Levedy, preye thi Sone for me, _Tam pia_, That ic mote come to thee _Maria_. Al this world was for-lore _Eva peccatrice_, Tyl our Lord was y-bore _De te genetrice_. With _ave_ it went away Thuster nyth and comz the day _Salutis_; The welle springeth ut of the, _Virtutis_. Levedy, flour of alle thing, _Rosa sine spina_, Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, _Gratia divina_: Of alle thu ber’st the pris, Levedy, quene of paradys _Electa_: Mayde milde, moder es _Effecta_. on] one. levedy] lady. thuster] dark. pris] prize. _7._ _Of a rose, a lovely rose,_ _Of a rose is al myn song._ c. 1350 Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge, How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge In al this word ne knowe I non. The Aungil came fro hevene tour, To grete Marye with gret honour, And seyde sche xuld bere the flour That xulde breke the fyndes bond. The flour sprong in heye Bedlem, That is bothe bryht and schen: The rose is Mary hevene qwyn, Out of here bosum the blosme sprong. The ferste braunche is ful of myht, That sprang on Cyrstemesse nyht, The sterre schon over Bedlem bryht That is bothe brod and long. The secunde braunche sprong to helle, The fendys power doun to felle: Therein myht non sowle dwelle; Blyssid be the time the rose sprong! The thredde braunche is good and swote, It sprang to hevene crop and rote, Therein to dwellyn and ben our bote; Every day it schewit in prystes hond. lestenyt] listen. word] world. xuld] should. schen] beautiful. hevene qwyn] heaven’s queen. bote] salvation. Prey we to here with gret honour, Che that bar the blyssid flowr, Che be our helpe and our socour And schyd us fro the fyndes bond. ROBERT MANNYNG OF BRUNNE 1260-1340 _8._ _Praise of Women_ No thyng ys to man so dere As wommanys love in gode manere. A gode womman is mannys blys, There her love right and stedfast ys. There ys no solas under hevene Of alle that a man may nevene That shulde a man so moche glew As a gode womman that loveth true. Ne derer is none in Goddis hurde Than a chaste womman with lovely worde. _8._ nevene] name. glew] gladden. hurde] flock. JOHN BARBOUR d. 1395