"In his juventee this Jhesus At Jewene feeste Water into wyn turnede, As holy writ telleth. 13170 And there bigan God Of his grace to do-wel. For wyn is likned to lawe And lif-holynesse, And lawe lakkede tho, For men lovede noght hir enemys. And Crist counseileth thus, And comaundeth bothe, To lered and to lewede To lovyen oure enemys. 13180 So at the feeste first, As I bifore tolde, Bigan God of his grace And goodnesse to do-wel. And thanne was he called Noght holy Crist, but Jhesu, {403} A faunt fyn ful of wit, _Filius Mariæ._ For bifore his moder Marie Made he that wonder; 13190 That she first and formest Ferme sholde bileve That he thorugh grace was gete, And of no gome ellis. He wroghte that by no wit, But thorugh word one; After the kynde that he cam of, There comsede he do-wel. "And whan he woxen was moore, In his moder absence, 13200 He made lame to lepe, And yaf light to blynde, And fedde with two fisshes, And with fyve loves, Sore a fyngred folk Mo than fyve thousand. "Thus he confortede carefulle And caughte a gretter name, The which was Do-bet, Where that he wente, 13210 For deve thorugh hise doynges to here And dombe speke he made, And alle he heeled and halp That hym of grace askede. And tho was he called in contré Of the comune peple, For the dedes that he dide, _Fili David, Jhesus._ For David was doghtiest Of dedes in his tyme. 13220 {404} The burdes tho songe, _Saul interfecit mille, et David decem millia._ = "For-thi the contree ther Jhesu cam Called hym _fili David_, And nempned hym of Nazareth, And no man so worthi To be kaiser or kyng Of the kyngdom of Juda, Ne over Jewes justice, 13230 As Jhesus was, hem thoughte. "Wherof Cayphas hadde envye, And othere of the Jewes; And for to doon hym to dethe Day and nyght thei casten, Killeden hym on cros wise At Calvarie on Friday, And sithen buriede his body, And beden that men sholde, Kepen it fro nyght comeris 13240 With knyghtes y-armed, For no frendes sholde hym fecche. For prophetes hem tolde That that blissede body Of burieles risen sholde, And goon into Galilee, And gladen hise apostles, And his moder Marie; Thus men bifore demede. "The knyghtes that kepten it 13250 Bi-knewe it hemselven, That aungeles and archaungeles Er the day spronge Come knelynge to the corps, {405} And songen _Christus resurgens_, Verray men bifore hem alle, And forth with hem he yede.