“Thou maide and mother, doughter of thy son,

Thou well of mercy, sinful soules cure,

In whom that God of bountee chees to won;

Thou humble and high over every creature,

Thou nobledest so fer forth our nature,

That no desdaine the maker had of kinde

His son in blood and flesh to clothe and winde.

“Within the cloystre blisful of thy sides,