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Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed	A
And dighte me derely and dide me to chirche	B
To here holly the masse and to be housled after	C
In myddes of the masse tho men yede to offryng	D
I fel eftsoones aslepe and sodeynly me mette	A
That Piers the Plowman was peynted al blody	A
And com in with a cros bifore the comune peple	E
And right lik in alle lymes to Oure Lord Jesu	F
And thanne called I Conscience to kenne me the sothe	G
'Is this Jesus the justere ' quod I 'that Jewes dide to dethe	G
Or it is Piers the Plowman Who peynted hym so rede '	H
Quod Conscience and kneled tho ' Thise arn Piers armes	F
Hise colours and his cote armure ac he that cometh so blody	A
Is Crist with his cros conquerour of Cristene '	H
'Why calle ye hym Crist ' quod I 'sithen Jewes called hym Jesus	F
Patriarkes and prophetes prophecied bifore	C
That alle kynne creatures sholden knelen and bowen	I
Anoon as men nempned the name of God Jesu	F
Ergo is no name to the name of Jesus	F
Ne noon so nedeful to nempne by nyghte ne by daye	J
For alle derke develes arn adrad to heren it	A
And synfulle aren solaced and saved by that name	K
And ye callen hym Crist for what cause telleth me	L
Is Crist moore of myght and moore worthi name	K
Than Jesu or Jesus that al oure joye com of '	H
'Thow knowest wel ' quod Conscience 'and thow konne reson	I
That knyght kyng conquerour may be o persone	I
To be called a knyght is fair for men shul knele to hym	K
To be called a kyng is fairer for he may knyghtes make	D
Ac to be conquerour called that cometh of special grace	F
And of hardynesse of herte and of hendemesse	F
To make lordes of laddes of lond that he wynneth	G
And fre men foule thralles that folwen noght hise lawes	F
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'The Jewes that were gentil men Jesu thei despised	A
Bothe his loore and his lawe now are thei lowe cherles	F
As wide as the world is wonyeth ther noon	I
But under tribut and taillage as tikes and cherles	F
And tho that bicome Cristene bi counseil of the Baptiste	A
Aren frankeleyns free men thorugh fullynge that thei toke	D
And gentil men with Jesu for Jesus was yfulled	A
And upon Calvarie on cros ycrouned kyng of Jewes	F
' It bicometh to a kyng to kepe and to defende	A
And conqueror of his conquest hise lawes and his large	M
And so dide Jesus the Jewes he justified and taughte hem	K
The lawe of lif that laste shal evere	C
And fended from foule yveles feveres and fiuxes	F
And from fendes that in hem was and false bileve	N
Tho was he Jesus of Jewes called gentile prophete	A
And kyng of hir kyngdom and croune bar of thornes	F
'And tho conquered he on cros as conquerour noble	E
Mighte no deeth hym fordo ne adoun brynge	M
That he n'aroos and regnede and ravysshed helle	E
And tho was he conquerour called of quyke and of dede	A
For he yaf Adam and Eve and othere mo blisse	F
That longe hadde yleyen bifore as Luciferis cherles	F
And took Lucifer the lothly that lord was of helle	E
And bond hym as he is bounde with bondes of yrene	I
Who was hardiere than he His herte blood he shadde	A
To maken alle folk free that folwen his lawe	O
And sith he yeveth largely al his lele liges	F
Places in Paradis at hir partynge hennes	F
He my wel be called conquerour and that is ' Crist ' to mene	I
'Ac the cause that he cometh thus with cros of his passion	I
Is to wissen us therwith that whan we ben tempted	A
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Therwith to fighte and fenden us fro fallynge into synne	I
And se bi his sorve that whoso loveth joye	P
To penaunce and to poverte he moste puten hymselven	I
And muche wo in this world wilnen and suffren	I
'Ac to carpe moore of Crist and how he com to that name	K
Faithly for to speke his firste name was jesus	F
Tho he was born in Bethleem as the Book telleth	G
And cam to take mankynde kynges and aungeles	F
Reverenced hym right faire with richesses of erthe	G
Aungeles out of hevene come knelynge and songe	M
Gloria in excelsis Deo	A
'Kynges come after knelede and offrede sense	F
Mirre and muche gold withouten mercy askynge	M
Or any kynnes catel but knoweliched en hym sovereyn	I
Both of sond sonne and see and sithenes thei wente	A
Into hir kyngene kith by counseil of aungeles	F
And there was that word fulfilled the which thow of speke	D
Omnia celestia terrestria flectantur in hoc nomine Iesu	F
' For alle the aungeles of hevene at his burthe knelede	A
And al the wit of the world was in tho thre kynges	F
Reson and Rightwisnesse and Ruthe thei offrede	A
Wherfore and why wise men that tyme	K
Maistres and lettred men Magi hem callede	A
' That o kyng cam with Reson covered under sense	F
The seconde kyng siththe soothliche offrede	A
Rightwisnesse under reed gold Resones felawe	O
Gold is likned to Leautee that laste shal evere	C
And Reson to riche ls to right and to truthe	G
'The thridde kyng tho kam and knelede to Jesu	F
And presented hym with Pitee apperynge by mirre	C
For mirre is mercy to mene and mylde speche of tonge	M
Ertheliche honeste thynges was offred thus at ones	F
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Thorugh thre kynne kynges knelynge to Jesu	F
'Ac for alle thise preciouse presents Oure Lord Prynce Jesus	F
Was neither kyng ne conquerour til he comsede wexe	F
In the manere of a man and that by muchel sleighte	A
As it bicometh a conquerour to konne manye sleightes	F
And manye wiles and wit that wole ben a ledere	C
And so dide Jesu in hise dayes whoso hadde tyme to telle it	A
'Som tyme he suffrede and som tyme he hidde hym	K
And som tyme he faught faste and fleigh outherwhile	E
And som tyme he gaf good and grauntede heele bothe	G
Lif and lyme as hym liste he wroghte	A
As kynde is of a conquerour so comsede Jesu	F
Til he hadde alle hem that he for bledde	A
' In his juventee this Jesus at Jewene feeste	A
Water into wyn turnede as Holy Writ telleth	G
And there bigan God of his grace to do wel	E
For wyn is likned to lawe and lifholynesse	F
And lawe lakkede tho for men lovede noght hir enemys	F
And Crist counseileth thus and comaundeth bothe	G
Bothe to lered and to lewede to lovyen oure enemys	F
So at that feeste first as I bifore tolde	A
Bigan God of his grace and goodnesse to dowel	E
And tho was he cleped and called noght oonly Crist but Jesu	F
A fauntekyn ful of wit filius Marie	C
For bifore his moder Marie made he that wonder	C
That she first and formest sholde ferme bileve	N
That he thorugh Grace was gete and of no gome ellis	F
He wroghte that by no wit but thorugh word one	I
After the kynde that he cam of there comsede he Dowel	E
'And whan he was woxen moore in his moder absence	F
He made lame to lepe and yaf light to blynde	A
And fedde with two fisshes and with fyve lowes	F
Sore afyngred folk mo than fyve thousand	A
Thus he confortede carefulle and caughte a gretter name	K
The which was Dobet where that he wente	A
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For deve thorugh hise doynges and dombe speke and herde	A
And alle he heeled and halp that hym of grace askede	A
And tho was he called in contre of the comune peple	E
For the dedes that he dide Fili David lhesus	F
For David was doghtiest of dedes in his tyme	K
The burdes tho songe Saul interfecit mille et David decem milia	E
Forthi the contree ther Jesu cam called hym fili David	A
And nempned hym of Nazareth and no man so worthi	G
To be kaiser or kyng of the kyngdom of Juda	A
Ne over Jewes justice as Jesus was hem thoughte	A
'Wherof hadde Cayphas envye and othere of the Jewes	F
And for to doon hym to dethe day and nyght thei casten	I
And killeden hym on cros wise at Calvarie on Friday	A
And sithen buriede his body and beden that men sholde	A
Kepen it fro nyghtcomeris with knyghtes yarmed	A
For no frend sholde it fecche for prophetes hem tolde	A
That that blissede body of burieles sholde risen	I
And goon into Galilee and gladen hise Apostles	F
And his moder Marie thus men bifore demede	A
'The knyghtes that kepten it biknewe hemselven	I
That aungeles and archaungeles er the day spronge	M
Come knelyn	I

William Langland

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