Old English and Latin.

In Praise of Mary
-Anonymous-

Of one that is so fair and bright,

Velut maris stella,

Brighter than the dayes light,

Parens et puella,

I cry to thee: thou see to me!

Lady, pray thy son for me,

Tam pia,

That I mote* come to thee 

Maria

Lady, flower of alle thing,
Rosa sine spina,
Thou bore Jesu, heavenes king,
Gratia divina.
Of alle thou bearst the prize,
Lady, queen of Paradise,
Electa.
Maide milde mother is
Effecta.

Of care conseil thou art best,
Felix fecundata,
Of alle weary thou art rest,
Mater honorata.
Beseech him with milde mood*
That for us alle shed his blood
In cruce
That we moten come to him 
In luce.

All this world were forlore*
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Loverd* was y-bore
De te genetrice.
With 'Ave' it went away
Thuster* night, and com'th the day
Salutis.
The welle springeth out of thee
Virtutis.

Well he wot he it thy son
Ventre quem portasti;
He will not werne* thee thy boon,
Parvum quem lactasti.
So hende* and so good he is,
He haveth brought us to bliss
Superni,
That hath y-dit* the foule pit
Inferni.

* may * gentle heart * would have been lost * Lord * dark * deny * gracious * shut