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Ther is no rose of swych vertu
(15th century)

Ther is no rose of swiche vertu The Virgin Mary was often referred to as the Rose.
As is the rose that bare Jesu  
   
Ther is no rose of swych vertu such
As is the rose that bare Jesu;  
Allelulya!  
   
For in this rose conteyned was  
Heven and erthe in lytyl space,  
Res Miranda A matter for marvel
   
Be that rose we may weel see By… well
That he is God in personys three,  
Pari forma In one substance
   
The aungelys sungen the sheperdes to The angels sung to...
Gloria in excelsid Deo Glory to God in the highest
Gaudeamus Let us rejoice
   
Leve we al this wordly merthe worldly
And folwe we this joyful berthe; follow
Transeamus Let us go on

 

Glad and blithe mote ye be
(c. 1450)

Glad and blithe mote ye be, may  
All that ever I here nowe se,  
Alleluia!  
Kinge of kingis, Lord of alle,  
Borne he is in oxe stalle,  
Res Miranda. Matter for wonder
   
The angel of consel now borne he is councellor spirit (ie “Word of God”)
Of a maide full clene, iwis,  indeed
Sol de stella. Sun from the star
The sunne that ever shineth bright,  
The sterre that ever yeveth his light, gives
Semper clara.  Always bright
   
Right as the sterre bringeth forthe his beme,  
So the maide here barn teme. So the maid brought forth her child
Pari forma.  Of like nature
Nother the sterre for his beme,  
Nother the maide for her barne-teme Nor was the maid...
Fit corrupta. Corrupted by her child bearing
   
The cedur of Liban that growth so hie  
Unto the hysope is made lie Is made to lie with the hyssop
Valle nostra. In our valley
Godis sone of Heven bright  
Until a maide is he light, Upon a maid has he alighted
Carne sumpta. Having taken flesh
   
Isaye saide by prophecye Isaiah foretold
The Synagoge hath it in memorye,  ie Jews of the Old Testament
Yit never he lynneth maliciously remembers it but, wickedly, never ceases
Esse ceca. To be blind
If they leve not here prophetis  do not believe their
Then lete hem leve hethen metris,  let them believe heathen poems
In sybyllinis versiculis What was prophecied in Sybilline verses
Hec predicta.  
   
Unhappy Jewe, come thu nere,  Unfortunate
Beleve ellis thine eldere. Or believe the Ancients (of your race)
Why wolt thu, wretch, idampned be?  
Whomme techeth the letter –  Him whom the scriptures show
Beholde the childe the better –  
Him bare a maide-moder, Marye. Him a maiden-mother, Mary, bore.
   


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