"Of one that is so fair and bright, Velut maris stella, Brighter than the dayės light, Parens et puella, I cry to thee; thou see to me! Lady, pray thy son for me, Tam Pia, That I motė come to thee, Maria.Lady, flower of allė thing, Rosa sine spina, Thu borė Jesu, hevenės king, Gratia divina. Of allė thou bear’st the prize, Lady, queen of Paradise Electa. Maidė mildė, mother is Effecta.Of carė conseil thou art best Felix fecundata, Of allė weary thou art rest Mater honorata. Biseech him with mildė mood That for us allė shed his blood In cruce, That we moten comen to him In luce.Al this worėld were forlore, Eva peccatrice, Till our Loverd was y-bore De te genetrice. With ‘Ave’ it went away Thuster night, and com’th the day Salutis. The wellė springet hut of the Virtutis.Well he wot he is thy son Ventre quem portasti; He will nout wernė thee thy boon, Parvum quem lactasti. So hendė and so god he is, He haveth brought us to blis Superni, That hath y-dit the foulė pit Inferni."