Summary

Various authors,  Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (1940)

“ I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
⁠That now are wild, and do not once remember
⁠That sometime they have put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand, and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise
⁠Twenty times better; but once, in special,
In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
⁠When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
⁠And she me caught in her arms long and small,
Therewith all sweetly did me kiss,
And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?'
It was no dream
”
Source: Wikisource

Various authors,  Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1918 (1940)

“ MOTHER of God! no lady thou.
Common woman of common earth
Our Lady ladies call thee now,
⁠But Christ was never of gentle birth;
⁠A common man of the common earth.
For God's ways are not as our ways:
⁠The noblest lady in the land
Would have given up half her days,
⁠Would have cut off her right hand,
⁠To bear the child that was God of the land.
”
Source: Wikisource

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