John Lydgate

“ Lo, here of David the delicious corn; 110
Lo, here the ground that list [him] to onbelde,
Becoming man, our raunsom for to yelde!
O glorious vyole, O vytre inviolat!
O fyry Tytan, persing with thy bemes,
Whos vertuous brightnes was in thy brest vibrat, 115
That al the world embelisshed with his lemes! ”

“ Som drope of graceful dewe to us propyne;
Light withoute nebule, shyning in thy spere,
Medecyne to mischeves, pucelle withouten pere,
Flame doun to doleful light of thyn influence 55
On thy servauntes, for thy magnificence! ”

“ To hem that putte hem in palestre for thy sake,
Cours of her conquest, thou whyte as any lake! 70
Thou mirthe of martyrs, sweter than citole,
Of confessours also richest donatyf,
Unto virgynes eternal lauriole,
Afore al women having prerogatyf ”