947 layed fair apart On shelvës couched 948 at his beddë’s head, His press y-cover’d with a falding 949 red. And all above there lay a gay psalt’ry On which he made at nightës melody, So sweetëly, that all the chamber rang: And Angelus ad virginem 950 he sang. And after that he sung the kingë’s note; Full often blessed was his merry throat. And thus this sweetë clerk his timë spent After his friendës finding and his rent. 951