35 36 A BLYSFUL lyf thou says I lede, Thou woldez knaw ther-of the stage; Bot my lorde the lombe, thurgh hys godhede, Corounde me quene in blysse to brede, In lenghe of dayez that ever schal wage, Hys lef is, I am holy hysse; Hys prese, his prys and hys parage, B LYSFUL,' quoth I, 'may this be true, We leven on marye that a grace Now for synglerty o hyr dousour, § VIII A BLISSFUL life thou sayest I lead, and thou wouldst know the state thereof; but through His godhead my Lord the Lamb in length of days that ever shall last; are root and ground of all my bliss.' M AY this be true, quoth I,' blessed maid,— § VIII art thou then queen of the heavens blue, whom all this world must honour? We believe in Mary of whom sprang grace, who bore a child of virgin flower, and who can take from her the crown, save excelling her in worth? But so peerless is her charm, we call her the phoenix of Araby, like to that queen of courtesy. 38 37 ORTAYSE COR quene,' thenne sayde that gaye, Knelande to grounde, folde up hyr face, < Makelez moder and myryest may, Blessed bygynner of uch a grace!' And urthe and helle in her bayly; THE HE court of the kyndom of god alyve, Alle that may ther-inne aryve Of alle the reme is quen other kyng, And never other yet schal depryve, Bot uchon fayn of otherez hafyng, And wolde her corounez wern worthe tho fyve, If possyble were her mendyng. Bot my lady of quom Jesu con spryng, Ho haldez the empyre over uus ful hyghe, G RACIOUS queen !' said then that joy, kneeling to earth, with covered face, 'Matchless mother, mirthfullest maid, blessed beginner of all our grace!' Then rose she up, and stood as before, that empress in her empire hath all the heavens and earth and hell, her heritage none would oust her from, for she is queen of courtesy. HE court of the kingdom of living God TH this special virtue hath in it,— each that entereth therein J is king or queen of all the realm, and yet depriveth not another; nay, each is fain of others' having, and would wish their crowns five times as great, could they be of greater worth: but my Lady of whom Jesu sprang holdeth her empire high o'er us all, 40 O' F courtaysye, as saycz saynt poule, A longande lym to the mayster of myste; ORTAYSYE,' quoth I, I leve, COR And charyte grete be yow among, Bot my speche that yow ne greve, And lyved in penaunce hys lyvez longe, |