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A06560	This boke is compyled by Dan Iohn Lydgate monke of Burye, at the excitacion [and] styrynge of the noble and victorious prynce, Kynge Henry the fyfthe, i[n] the honoure glorie [and] reuerence of the byrthe of our moste blessed Lady, mayde, wyfe, [and] mother of our lorde Iesu Christe, chapitred as foloweth by this table; Lyf of our lady	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1531 (1531)	STC 17025; ESTC S109664	89,192	232

Deuoutely brynge his oblacion And offre fyrste the turtell of innocence Of very mekenes and hertely pacience ¶ And who y ● wolde this offrynge make a right He maye nat fayle none of bothe two Fyrste shyne in clennes with his chaste light As the Turtell and therwith also Lyche the Doue bothe in we●e and wo His herte daunte so by temporaunce To voyde rancour and plante in sufferaunce ¶ And as the Turtell by contemplacion For synne soroweth with greate waymentynge Onely for loue of thylke eternall dileccion That lasteth ay and hath none endynge And as the byrthe sheweth the comynge Of grene wherwith fresshe byrdes newe Right so of vertue with floures fayre of hewe ¶ He muste exampell of the Turtell take And be well ware that he nat ne varye But lyue sole whan he hath loste his make And in prayer be also solitarie And loke alwaye that he nat ne tarye On no careyne of no flesshely hede And with all this to take also hede ¶ That he his lyfe lede nat in vayne But like a Doue busely aspye Where he 〈…〉 maye the grayne And that he 〈◊〉 n●t out of companye Waytynge also the galle of enuye And that he haue ●y indignacion Of synfull luste out of corrupcion ¶ Of any careyne to foster hym and fede And euermore with all his dusy payne Eschewynge synne loue god and drede And with the Doue syghe and compleyne For his offence and with wynges twayne Take his flight as ferforth as he can Thorowe parfyte loue bothe to god and man ¶ And as the Doue touchet eke her make Onely with kissynge whan they to gyder gone So moste he ▪ whether he slepe or wake Thorowe chastite set his herte in one And lyke a Doue maketh his neste of stone This is to seye amonge all his pleasaunce He muste his ●lesshe daunte with penaunce ¶ And as the Doue with her eyen meke Of kynde aspyeth amyd the Riuere The Haukes shadowe whan he dothe her seke Sechynge his repaste bothe ferre and nere Right so muste he with parfyte eyen clere Amyd the watres full of wo and stryfe In the wawes of his mortall lyfe ¶ The dedely shadowe of the fende esche w● That wayteth hym with snares large huge And to the deth ay dothe hym pursewe To trappe hym here in his deluge And lyke a Doue f●e to his refuge By grace onely if he maye escape Or deth bytraye hym with his sodeyne trape ¶ And who so by clennes with the Turtell 〈◊〉 As I tofore haue made mencion And lyke a Doue afore his perill fleeth Of deth to esche we the persecution And can be meke in tribulation I dare recorde it write it for soth Truely to god he his offerynge doth ¶ And who that euer liueth in chastite And hath enuy enclosed in his herte He maye well offre what so that he be To god a Turtell but the Doue nought Wherfore they muste be to gyther brought That clennes by sothfaste vnite Without partynge be knytte with charite ¶ And sothely than there is no more to sayne Whan his offerynge and oblation Is iustely made to god of bothe twayne It is accepted of more deuocion And for to make a shorte discripcion Of the Turtell and the Doues kynde Redeth these verses and ye shull it fynde ¶ Alta ●etit 〈◊〉 cantando gemit veniens Uer Nunciat et caste viuit solus que moratur Pullos no●te fo●● morticinium que fugit Erranea legat vol●●at sociata cadauera vita● Felle care ●plang●● so●ium que per oscula tangit Petro dat huic ●●dum fugit hoste flum●e visum Rostro non ledit geminos pullos bene nutrit ¶ This feste also bothe of more and lesse Through out the worlde in euery region Called is the feste of ●andelmesse For sondry skylles in conclusion As olde bokes make mencion And howe this feste fyrste toke his name So as I can to you I wyll atame ¶ Howe Candelmasse toke firste the name Capitulo lxxxii SOmtyme whan Rome through his hye renoū Was moste flourige i power i might Euery fyfthe yere by reuolucion In Februarie vpon the firste night Eche man and chylde with a taper light Went in the cyte two and two a pas Unto a Temple whiche sacred was ¶ To Febru● of olde fundacion That mother was to Mars omnipotente In whose honoure this procession Ordeyned was by greate auysemente At eche lustre wenynge in her entente That her power and greate worthynes Preserued was through helpe of this goddes ¶ From all assaute of euery aduersayre Supposynge fully in her oppinion That she fortune made debonayre For to susteyne the honoure of her towne And through her helpe and meditacion That mighty Mars to encrease her glorie In all conqueste gaue to hym glorie ¶ For whiche cause through out the cyte As ye haue herde of hygh lowe estate Was fyrste ordeyned this solempnite In the Temple that was consecrate To Februa the goddes fortunate Thorowe helpe of whome they were victorious And so this custome supersticious ¶ In Rome towne as myne auctor seyth Obserued was longe and many a daye yet after that they tourned to the feyth But euer in one this ryte they kepte alwaye For olde customme is harde to put awaye And also vsage greueth folke full sore To do awaye that they haue kepte yore ¶ But at the laste Pope Se●gius Of the people seynge this errour And that the customme was full ●eryllo●s Dyde his deuoyre and also his laboure That ryte to chaunge in to the honoure Of our Lady so that this hye feste From the hyest downe to the loweste ¶ Euery man and woman in her hande To the Temple shulde a taper brynge Thorowe out the worlde in euery maner lande And ther withall make her offrynge After the Gospell the prestes hand kissynge With light solempne that all might it sene In honoure onely of the heuen quene ¶ That best may be our mediatrice To her sone that is without fayle Bothe lorde and kynge and she imperatric● Of lande and see of peace and of batayle Withouten whome no conquest maye auayle For she hath power more in sothfastnes Than Februa of Rome the goddes ¶ And thus this ryte was vtterly refused By Sergius as ye haue herde deuise That was aforne of hem of Rome vsed Full many a daye in her paynym wyse Whome to she we all Christen muste despise And of Candels whan this rite gan passe Came the name fyrste of Candelmasse ¶ This feste also of full longe agone The name toke of the procession Made of Anna and holy Simeon When they hym mete with greate deuocion Brought to the Temple to this oblacion As was the lawe custome and vsaunce Of holy churche for a remembraunce ¶ Obserued for the fro yere to yere Of February on the fyrste daye With sacred light vpon taperis clere Shynynge as bright as Phebus in Maye Whan the people in what they can or maye Full redy ben of one

in erthe and also rightwisnes ¶ And Sophone bad abyde a whyle Upon this day with deuocion For he shall gader oute of euery yle Of eche kyngdom and euery region His people in one of hygh affeccion And also there as he maketh mynde From the flodes of Ethiope and ●●de ¶ They shal to hym deuoutely offerynge brynge And do to hym dewe sacrefyse And false goddes eke through his worchynge With royall might he shall also despise And from her sees make hem to arise And fro the bandes of her dwellynge place Of very force dryue hem and enchace ¶ And of his byrthe longe or that it fell In a vision wonderfull of sight Spake the prophete called Daniell And sayde hym thought he sawe vpon a night Lyke to beholde as he demed right A sone of man comynge with a skye To whome power honoure and regally ¶ There gyuen was perpetuelly to abyde And his kyngdome by eternite Shall stande hole and nat deuyde Whiche shall nat passe neyther corrupte be Whose comynge eke whan he dyd se The holy prophete olde Ezechiel Saythe thus the Bibell can you tell ¶ I shall ordeyne prudently prouyde An herdeman my slepe to kepe sure To wake the flockes euery tyde To kepe hem wysely into her pasture And forthermore he dothe vs eke assure The holy prophete forthe in his writtynge Sothely affermynge that there shall be a kynge ¶ Of all folkes whose empyre shall be one And no senger deuided into twayne Whiche in Idoles made of stocke and ston● Ne shall nomore be pollute to ordeyne False offerynges to god that they seyne And the prophecie that called is Adge Full openly who so liste to se ¶ Wryteth of his byrthe in a litell stounde Euen lyke as he was enspired That he shall meue heuen see and grounde And he that is of all moste desyred Shall come in haste lyke a kynge a tyred For ioye of the whiche holy Zacharie To Christes spouse this doth specefye ¶ Be glad and light thou doughter of Syon And singe thou doughter of Iherusalem Beholde thy kynge shall come right anone That shall be borne sothely in Bethleem And his power shall fro royalme to royalme The bondes stratche of his royalte As ferre in south as any flode or any see ¶ Holden her course as they with waues wynde Out of her mother the greate Occian Of whose comynge Malachie maketh mynde Within his boke the Bible tell can Howe the name of hym bothe god and man Shall strotche his streames withouten wene Fro thylke place where the Sonne shen● ¶ Reyseth his light whan it begynneth dawe At the vpriste in the mornynge Unto the weste where he goeth vnder wawe Till efte agayne his chariete he brynge In to the easte that dothe the larke synge For ioye onely that his beames ryse And of his cōmynge dothe eke Amos deuyse ¶ And sayth he shall newely by miracle Restore agayne and eke reedefye Upon that day the mighty tabernacle Of kynge Dauid with all the regallye And of this chylde wryteth also I saye Whan he is borne that in his presence Kynges for drede shullen kepe scilence ¶ A question assoyled whiche is worthy est of kynge Wyne or womā Capitulo lvii ANd as in erthe is made a question Of thynges thre whiche was worthiest Kynge wyne or woman in comparison Eche I praysed and holden as for best And all this stryfe and as Darius gan leste Zorobabell withouten any slouthe Aboue echone had preferred trouthe ¶ And whyle they were atrauerse of these thre Eueriche holdynge his opynyon Zorobabell of right and equyte To woman gaue his commendacion Makynge forthwith of trouthe mencion Onely in signe as he can deuyse Fro woman fyrste trouthe muste aryse ¶ Whiche is the bande knotte pryncipall Of all vertue it may nat be denyed And therwithall so excellent royall With god hymselfe that is next alyed And for it is so moche magnefyed Thorowe the worlde of pryce and worthy fame God chese hymselfe of that to bere the name ¶ And with his mouthe hymself so liste hym call As the Gospell maketh mencion And by recorde of prophetes all God descendynge to one conclusion This daye in erthe for our saluacion Of a woman in maydenhede flourynge To mankynde trouthe dyd sprynge ¶ And fro heuen rightwisnes behelde Howe trouthe mercy in a mayde mette And thus is trouthe spronge out of a felde Where the holy ghoste the rayne of grace sett● To make the graffe that he fro Iuda sette To fructefie and a pure virgine That shall be tytle of the same lyne ¶ The crowne of Iuda to accepte anone And vnderfonge it as a champyon Whiche was byrafte so many a day a gone From Sedechie awaye in Babilon Whan that was made a transmigracion By the tyraunt Nabugodonosor Whose cruelte laste shall nomore ¶ Howe our Lady ought worthely to be recommēded worshipped for the byrthe of Christe Capitulo lviii NOwe he is borne that is rightfull heyre That shall make beter than Neomie His people of Iuda for to haue repeyre Ierusalem agayne to reedefye Though Herode that falsely dothe occupye As a foreyn through his cruell might By tyrannye and no tytle of right ¶ Of whome the kyngdom shall nat lōge endu●● The reygne vsurpynge by extorcion For the lorde of euery creature This day hath take his iuste possession In Bethleem within a smale dongeon He his mother as who sayth but all on● To wayte on hym other fewe or none ¶ A lady myne howe god hath made the ryche Thy selfe alone all richesse to possede For in this worlde none is the lyche Of plente royall fro the lande of mede Where the hylles of golde ben as I rede May no treasoure in his menes reyse Agayne thy treasure for to conterpeyse ¶ For certes lady thou alone haste all That within heuen Angels desyre The Iewell eyche the treasoure celestiall Of heuen kynge of erthe lorde and syre And hym that hath all the hole empyre Of lande see and the Monarchye Thou haste hooly lady myne to gye ¶ And as Augustine the holy doctour wryteth In a sermon of the natiuite We may to the saye right as he biddeth With deuoute her●e knelynge on our kne O blessed lady floure of virginite We prayen echone o welle of our welfare Lyke a mother nat thy mylke to spare ¶ Gyue hym plente that is so plenteous Of fulsomnesse Angels to fede And gyue hym souke the pyment gracious Of thy pappes let thy condyte shede The swete mylke all aboute in brede Motherly it makynge to auale On his fayre tender lymmes smale ¶ Glad maiste thou be that saue liste to vouce With his softe rounde lippes lyte To haue pleasaūce thy brestes for to touche Onely to souke thy blessed pappes whyte And that hym liste so godely to dely●● For his playe to haue so moche ●●●ss● Euer amonge thy holy mouthe to kisse ¶ And sodeynly with childely chere Iocounde Than anone thy whyte necke to enbrace With his softe tender

gan appere Whan Christe was borne af a mayde fre And the father sent his sone dere Downe to the erthe to make an vnite By parfyte loue and feruent charite Eternally be bounde that may nat fayle Fully assured by weddinge spousayle ¶ Betwene his sone his chosen eyre And holy chyrche perpetually to laste And in a chaumbre by excellence fayre Of maydenhede that hym selfe caste The holy knotte and the bonde so faste I bounden was that it neuer vntwyne And of that araye for to termine ¶ Where the feste and the weddinge was In all the erthe I halowed and I holde In all closette more clerer than verre or glas Or ony berelle brighter to beholde For by recorde of Patriarkes olde The chaste chaumbre was within adorned With golde of faythe fayre bright I borned ¶ With charite that geueth so clare a light To reconforte all that ben in presence And with syluer depured out so bright Thorugh hygh wisdome of ghostly sapience And all the gemmes chat haue excellence In mortall vertue for to shewe shyne The closette chosen so clerely enlumine ¶ That of vnclennesse there may no Clipsing be So fulsum light is there of parfytnesse For there the Uiolettes men may beholde se Of clene entent and of holynes With Roses strewed in god to haue swetenes And with Lylies of chastite I meynte And therof colour that neuer will be feynte ¶ These Uiolettes betoken maydenhede Lyke to purpell in signe of victorie And in this chambre full of honest drede The chose closette the chaste oratorie This day in soth the hygh kynge of glorie To shewe his might howe he for mā gan wirche y spoused hath our mother holy chyrche ¶ And lyke a spouse he proceded is Out of his chambre for to rectefye All that was wronge or in our kynde amys Wherfore this feste for to glorefye Full longe agone to singe his psalmodye The kynge Dauid entune dyd his harpe And with the tenoures trebbles sharpe ¶ He to heuen gan enhaunce and reyse This day of dayes moste worthy famous And all the prophetes in her sawes preyse This noble feste this feste gracious And fro heuen with voyce melodious Angels full lowe sende downe alight For to honoure this holy night ¶ The night of nightes hyghest of echone Excellynge all as in worthines For in this worlde was creature none In heuen ne erthe ne in sothfastnes On lande ne see that with greate busynes Her deuoyre dyd this night to honoure Hym that was borne mankynde for to socoure ¶ Howe the chiefe t●ple of Rome fyll y ● night of Christes byrthe and other wōderfull tokenes ⸪ Capitulo L ●Or on this night by euery creature Was sothely shewed his natiuite In Bethleem howe of a mayde pure A chylde was borne moste souerayne of degre And fyrste of all in Rome the cyte His byrthe was shewed hyghly by myracle For walle and rofe Toures and pynacle ¶ Of the Temple moste famous in the towne To god of peace that was consecrate The same night the grounde fyll downe Playne with the erthe waste and dissolate In whiche Temple moste ryall of estate The statue stode of mighty Romulus And at the byldynge the storie telleth thus ¶ Of this Temple they of Rome went To Appollo with humble sacrefice To haue answere in her best entent Howe longe this fane ryall of asyse So stronge bylte and in so trusty wyse That it sholde laste euer and endure Agayne the assente of ony creature ¶ Or parturbynge on any maner syde And he gaue answer vnto one and all Howe this Temple with his walles wyde With his crestes and batalinge ryall Shall euer stande sure withouten fall Unto the tyme that a mayde chylde And they anone that fyrste made it bylde ¶ Of this answer glad full credible That this Temple euer sholde stande For hem thought it was inpossible A mayde euer eyther on see or lande To haue a chylde and so they vnderstande And they anone gaue to the Temple a name By one assent for the greate fame ¶ And called it as I can discerne The Temple of peace with his walles whyte And therwith named is eterne And at the entre so they dyd wryte But on the night the trouthe to endyte Whan Christe was borne of a mayde clene This Temple fyll downe enlonge the grene ¶ To fulfille the trewe prophecye Of Apollo that tolde hem all this thynge And in that place in worshippe of Marie And of her sone of heuen and erthe kynge Standeth a chyrche full ryall of byldynge And euen lyke the selfe the same tyme The greate statue longe or it were pryme ¶ Of Romulus that was edefyed Fell to the erthe and braste on peces smale And though Romayns made hym stellefyed His greate heed for all tht dyd auale Of whome all the werkmen made a tale That forged it many a day afore And in so●h tyll a chylde were bore ¶ Of a mayde it sholde stande vp right This greate ymage and neuer his heed encline But he alowted vpon the same night Whan Christe was borne of a pure virgine Lyke as the werkmen dyd aforne deuine Agayne the conceyte and the entencion Of that he mente in his opinion ¶ I fynde also that the skyes donne Whiche of custome curteyne so the night The same tyme with a sodayne sonne Enchaced were that it wexed all light As at mydday whan Phebus is moste bright To shewe sothely that the sone of lyfe Was borne that night to stynte all our stryfe ¶ Howe the night of Christes byrthe a well in Rome ranne Oyle ⸪ Capitulo li. ANd euen than as bokes also tell In very soth withouten any were The selfe tyme in Rome was a well Of his streames passyngly entere To loke vpon as any Cristall clere From his vaynes as it dyd boyle Of whiche the water chaunged into Oyle ¶ The same night and to Tibre rann So large plente that all myght it se Of whiche well longe beforne or thann All openly in Rome the cyte Sibille the wyse that had seueraynte Of prophecye playnly wrote and tolde That the water of this well sholde ¶ The same night chaunge his lycoure In to Oyle and so a day endure Whan of this worlde was borne the sauiour In Bethleem of a mayden pure And as I fynde also in scripture The same day hygh in the firmamente Towarde the partye of the Oriente ¶ Were sene thre Sonnes lustely appere Eueriche of hem large rounde and bright That caste abrode his fayre beames clere Thorugh all the worlde in euery mannes sight The whiche Sonnes drewe lyne right Her course holdynge in haste and that anone Tyll they thre were ioyned in to one ¶ To mankynde playnly to declare That he was borne in whome were founden thre To encreace our ioye and welfare Flesshe and soule and eke the deite Knytte all in one by sothfast vnite Whiche as a Sonne voydynge shoure and shade Was borne this day all the