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The ‘child anfwered hym yplight, 
Fro my moder y come now rigt, 
And from my fadir that hye juftice, 
‘Po teche men that ben unwyfe, 
Ne nought fulfilled with goddes lawe 5 
The Emperoure feide in his fawe, 
_ Then ert thou wyfdam toteche, 
The child anfwered with mylde: fpeche, 
He is wyfe that heuene°méy wynne, 
And kepeth bym out of dedly fynne. 
“The Emperoure faide withouten blame, 
Child telle thou me thy mame: 
My name, he feide, is Ypotycé, 
For I can ‘telle or Prac olyffe. 
The Emperoure faid, What, may -heuene be ? 
Sire, faid the childe, goddys puryte. 
What, he faide, is god .almygt? 
The child anfwered anon rigt, 
God is withouten begynnenge, 
And fchal be withouter endynge. 
The Emperoure faice, y have felcowthe, 
What come firft of goddys mouthe? 
' Tho anf{wered fone anon, . 
Therof fpeketh the Appoftell John. 
In principio erat verbum, > 
This was the firit eteneaia 
That ever {pak ourheuene Kyng5 -. 
With that word was the fader and. the fone, 
The holy gooft togedere thay wone ; 
Thre perfones in Trinite, 
‘Ther may non from other he; 
The Emperoure fayde ful euene, 
Child, thou haft ben in heuene 5 
How few hevenes-has god almygt, 
Sevene, fiyde the child ypligt; 
Tne heyeft heuene that may be, 
That is the hely trinite; 
Ther is the fadir with the fone, 
The holy goft togedere they wone, 
Thre perfones in on. godhede, 
As clerkes in bokes rede; 
That joye may no mandifcryue 
Lered ne lewed, that is here on lyue. 
That other heuene is goftly wrougt, 
Of lower degre and heyer nougt 5 
That joye may no man telle,; 
To domys day yf thay fchulde fpelle. 
The thridde heuen f{chyneth as cryftall, 
Full of joye and fwet fmall; 
For Confeffours that place is digt, 
Ther euer is day and neuer nigt. 
The fourthe heuene is gold lych, 
Ful of precyous ftonys rych ; 
For innocence that place is fette, 
‘Ther euer is joye withoute lette. 
The fyurthe heuene is long and brode, 
And fulfilled with goddes manhode ; hia 
And yf goddes manhed ne wore, 
Al this world were for lore ; 
For his paffion and his manhede 
Heuen blyffe fhal be mannys med& 
The fixte heuene holy charche is, 
Ful of holy angeles y wys, e 
That fyngeth day and nigt e 
Of his firengthe and of his mygt. 
The feuenthe, fo fayth the ftory, 
ds paradys after purgatorye, 
Brunetto Latini’s Letters. 
- Ther fchal the manhede of god’ almygte - 
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~ When foules haue done: here penance, 
Ther fchal they dwelle withoutyn diftur- 
bance ; 
Thefe ben. the heuenes, Sire PAAperoures 
That John-hath oure. 
Phe eapeiure faide anon ma 
How many ordres hath god almygt ? 
The child anfwered anon theng 
‘Ten ordres, Sire, ther bens ~, 
The firfte ordre is cherubyn ; — 
And that other is feraphyn ; 
And the thridde ordre is thrones 5 
The furthe domynaciones 5 
The fyfthe ordere is pte guek a 3 
The fixte is poteftates's © ss 2 
The vi} ordre virtutes is 5 
The viij angelica called is5 
Therevery prynce hath ‘his party,. 
Many thoufand angelys to, his bannerey 
To ferve god both fer and nere5. 
. The jx ordre fchal mankynde bene, 
To fulfille the place agene, . - 
_ In hevene by that other fide ~ 
That Lucifere loft for his nate” 
Be cure prynce, ahd that is rigt. 
The Emperoure faide, I ze pray 
What maad god on the firft.day ?_ 
The child anfwered ful evene, . 
Angeles and archangels in heuene 3 
That ylke wyke of gret noblay 
Maile. god on the firft day. 
The Moneday after verament, — 
Mase god the firmament 5 
Mone and fonne to fchyne brygt; " 
And the fterres theron: digt. Ta 
The Tewfday, I underftande, " 
God made both the fee and londe, 
_ Welles fayre and water frefich, ; 
To tempre the erthe bothe hard neyfchy : 
Erbes, treys, and alfo gras, ‘ 
And other things as his wille was. 
The Wednefday maad god almygt 
Fyfch in flode, fowl in fiygt 5 
And bade they forth wende 
For to helpe all mankinde. 
The Thurfday made god gret and {mall 
Beftes bothe be dounne and dale ; 
And gave thay erthe to here fode, © 
And badde thay torhe mankende to gode. 
On the Fryday made god Adam 5 ~ 
Aad his fchappe gene hym name ; 
And fethen a rybbe on him gan he take, 
And made hym Eve to his make 5 
And made hym man of mygtes moft, 
And gafhym lyf of the holy Sa 
A gret lord he gan hym make, : 
All paradys he gan hym take. 
_ The Saturday god fargat nougt, 
All the werkes that he had wrougt; 
He blyfied chaym with good wille, 
Bothe lowde and alfo ftiile; ; 
_And bad thay waxe and multiplie, 
Everychone on here partye. 
Oyon the Sonedaye god reft.toke, => 
As we fynde wretyn in booke 5 
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