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19.076: Mirre and muche gold withouten mercy askynge
19.077: Or any kynnes catel, but knoweliched[en] hym sovereyn
19.078: Both of sond, sonne and see, and sithenes thei wente
19.079: Into hir kyngene kith by counseil of aungeles.
19.080: And there was that word fulfilled the which thow of speke —
19.080: Omnia celestia, terrestria, flectantur in hoc nomine Iesu.
19.081: " For alle the aungeles of hevene at his burthe knelede,
19.082: And al the wit of the world was in tho thre kynges.
19.083: Reson and Rightwisnesse and Ruthe thei offrede,
19.084: Wherfore and why wise men that tyme
19.085: Maistres and lettred men, Magi hem callede.
19.086: " That o kyng cam with Reson, covered under sense.
19.087: The seconde kyng siththe soothliche offrede
19.088: Rightwisnesse under reed gold, Resones felawe.
19.089: Gold is likned to Leautee that laste shal evere,
19.090: And Reson to riche[ls] — to right and to truthe.
19.091: "The thridde kyng tho kam, and knelede to Jesu,
19.092: And presented hym with Pitee, apperynge by mirre;
19.093: For mirre is mercy to mene, and mylde speche of tonge.
19.094: Ertheliche honeste thynges was offred thus at ones
19.095: Thorugh thre kynne kynges knelynge to Jesu.
19.096: "Ac for alle thise preciouse presents Oure Lord Prynce Jesus
19.097: Was neither kyng ne conquerour til he [comsede] wexe
19.098: In the manere of a man, and that by muchel sleighte —
19.099: As it bicometh a conquerour to konne manye sleightes,
19.100: And manye wiles and wit, that wole ben a ledere;
19.101: And so dide Jesu in hise dayes, whoso hadde tyme to telle it.
19.102: "Som tyme he suffrede, and som tyme he hidde hym,
19.103: And som tyme he faught faste, and fleigh outherwhile,
19.104: And som tyme he gaf good and grauntede heele bothe,
19.105: Lif and lyme — as hym liste he wroghte.
19.106: As kynde is of a conquerour, so comsede Jesu
19.107: Til he hadde alle hem that he for bledde.
19.108: " In his juventee this Jesus at Jewene feeste
19.109: Water into wyn turnede, as Holy Writ telleth,
19.110: And there bigan God of his grace to do wel.
19.111: For wyn is likned to lawe and lifholynesse;
19.112: And lawe lakkede tho, for men lovede noght hir enemys;
19.113: And Crist counseileth thus — and comaundeth bothe —
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