Toke mannes shape the eternal love and pees,

That of the trine compas Lord and gide is,

Whom erthe, and see, and heven out of relees

Ay herien; and thou, virgine wemmeles,

Bare of thy body (and dweltest maiden pure)

The creatour of every creature.

“Assembled is in thee magnificence

With mercy, goodnesse, and with swiche pitee,