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Quis Dabit Meo Capiti Fontem Lacrimarum:
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Who shal of wepyng / gif me suffisaunce
or to my sobbyng / who shal me teerys fynde
to see my Ioye / myn hertys high plesaunce
my soote sone / that was to me so kynde
Rayled with reed blood / as sap doth thorugh þe rynde
thoruh his enmyes / vengable crueltee
derkenyd with deeth / his eyen now maad blynde
attwix too theevys / nailed to a tree
My Ioye / my light / my lanterne moost enteere
This heuenly phebus / is clipsid of his light
This Esperus / hath hid his beemys cleere
And is of newe / certeyned fro my sigħt
whan shal his day sterre / shewe me his bemys bright
to cleere the trouble of myn adversitee
parde the Iewys don me to gret vnright
to nayle my sone / allas vnto a tree
O alle ye doughtren of ierusaleem
Ha som compassioun / on my sighghes deepe
nat lik the gladnesse / which I had in Bedleem
cometh neer of routhe / & helpith me for to weepe
a swerd of deth doth thorugh myn herte creepe
I feele it ful weel / of moodirly pitee
Craunpisshed / with swownyng I do sleepe
To see my sone / thus nailed to a tree