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 JOHN LYDGATE

18    Vox Ultima Crucis

Tarye no lenger; toward thyn heritage Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere. Go eche day onward on thy pylgrymage; Thynke howe short tyme thou hast abyden here. Thy place is bygged above the sterres clere, Noon erthly palys wrought in so statly wyse Come on, my frend, my brother most entere! For the I offered my blood in sacryfice.

KING JAMES I OF SCOTLAND

19    Spring Song of the Birds Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May, For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne, And sing with us, Away, Winter, away! Cum, Somer, cum, the sucte sesoùn and sonne! Awake for schame! that have your hevynnis wonne, And amorously lift up your hedis all, Thank Lufe that list you to his merci call!

18  bygged] built. palys] palace. 19 suete] sweet. Lufe] Love.