THE WEVERS OF WOLLEN
Mariaascendens cum turba ANGELorum, viii Apostoli, et
Thomas Apostolus predicans in deserto.
¶In wailing and weeping, in woe am I wrapped,
In shame and in sorrow, in sighing full sad.
My lord and my love, lo, full low is he lapped;
That makes me to mourn now full dull and full bad.
What dragging and what hurling that headman he had;
What breaking of branches were bursten about him;
What bruising of beating of wretches full bad!
It learns me full loyal to love and to lout him,
That comely to ken.
God's son Jesus,
He died for us;
That makes me thus
To mourn among many men.
Among men may I mourn for the malice they meant
To Jesu, the gentlest of Jews' generation.
Of wisdom and wit were the ways that he went,
That drew all these doomsmen's deep indignation.
For doubtless full dear was his due domination.
Unkindly they showed him their king for token,
With comfort of care and cold recreation.
For he mustered his miracles among many men,
And to the people he preached;
But the Pharisees fierce
All his reasons reverse,
And to their headmen rehearse
That untrue were the tales that he teached.
He teached full true, but the tyrants were pained;
For he reproved their pride, they purposed do fast;
To mischief him with malice in their mind have they
And to accuse him of cursedness the caitiffs have cast.