Pigwiggen arms him for the field,
A little cockle-shell his shield,
Which he could very bravely wield,
Yet could it not be pierced.
His spear abent both stiff and strong,
And well-near of two inches long;
The pile was of a horse-fly's tongue,
Whose sharpness nought reversed.

And puts him on a coat of mail,
Which was of a fish's scale,
That when his foe should him assail,
No point should be prevailing.
His rapier was a hornet's sting;
It was a very dangerous thing,
For if he chanc'd to hurt the king

Piggy-wig found he had four little feet,
And said to his mother one day,
“Mother, I find I have four little feet,
What shall I do with them, pray?”

“Run about, run about, Piggy-wig-wig,
Run on your four little feet and grow big!”

Piggy-wig found he had two little eyes,
And said to his mother one day,
“Mother, I find I have two little eyes,
What shall I do with them, pray?”

“Look about, look about, Piggy-wig-wig,
Look with your two little eyes, and grow big!”

Piggy-wig found he had one little nose,

P IERRETTE has gone, but it was not
— Exactly that she died,
So much as vanished and forgot
— To say where she would hide.

To keep a sudden rendezvous,
— It came into her mind
That she was late. What could she do
— But leave distress behind?

Afraid of being in disgrace,
— And hurrying to dress,
She heard there was another place
— In need of loveliness.

She went so softly and so soon,
— She hardly made a stir;
But going, took the stars and moon
— And sun away with her.

O Ihu, lett me neuer forgett thy byttur passion,
That thou suffred for my transgression,
ffor in thy blessyd wondes is the verey scole
That must teche me with the worlde to be called a fole.
O Ihu, ihu, ihu, grauntt that I may loue the soo,
þat the wysdom of the worlde be cleene fro me A-goo,
And brennyngly to desyre to come to see thy face,
In whom is all my comford, my joy and my solace.
Amen — Ihesus — maria — Iohannes.

Hail Ihesu, my creator, of the sorrowing, medicine!
Hail Ihesu, my saviour, that for me suffered pine!
Hail Ihesu, help and succour, my love be ay thine!
Hail Ihesu, the blessed flower of thy mother, virgin!

Hail Ihesu, leader to light, in sawl thou art full sweet!
Thy love shines day and night, that strongs me in this street;
Lene me langing for thy sight and give me grace til greet,
For thou, Ihesu, has that might that all my bale may bete.

Ihesu, thy grace my heart inspire, that me til bliss may bring;

Steddefast cross, inmong alle other
Thou art a tree mikel of prise;
In braunche and flowre swilk another
I ne wot non in wode no rise.
Swete be the nailes, and swete be the tree,
And sweter be the birden that hanges upon thee.

" Mervell nothyng, Joseph, that Mary be with chyld;
She hath conceyved vere God and man and yet she undefiled."

" Conceyved man, how may that be by reason broght abowte?"
" By gode reason above all reasons, hit may be withouten dowte;
For God made man aboue all reasons of slyme erthe most wyld;
Wherfore, Joseph, marvell not though Mary be with chyld.

" Mary was bothe wyf and mother, and she a verrey mayde,
And conceyved God, our brother, as prophettes before hade saide.

Man be merie as bryd on berie,
And al thi care let away.

This tyme is born a chyld ful good,
He that us bowt vpon the rod;
He bond the deuyl, that is so wod,
Til the drydful domysday.

Quat the chyld of meche myght
Wold be born of Mary bryght,
A tokene he sente to kyng and knyght,
A sterre that schon both nyght and day.

The sterre scon as bryght as fer
Ouer all the world bothe fer and ner,
In tokene he was withoutyn per,
And pereles he xal lastyn ay.

The eighth day he was circumsise

Thee we adore, O hidden Saviour, thee,
Who in thy Supper with us deign'st to be;
Both flesh and spirit in thy presence fail,
Yet here thy presence we devoutly hail.

O blest memorial of our dying Lord,
Who living bread to men doth here afford!
O may our souls for ever feed on thee,
And thou, O Christ, for ever precious be.

Fountain of goodness, Jesus, Lord and God,
Cleanse us, unclean in thy most cleansing flood;
Increase our faith and love, that we may know
The hope and peace which from thy presence flow.

The advent of our God With eager hearts we greet,
And singing, haste upon the road His coming Reign to meet.

For, lo, God's Word and Son Came down to make us free,
And he a servant's form put on, To bring us liberty.

Daughter of Sion, rise To meet thy lowly King;
Let not thy heart in haste despise The peace he comes to bring.

For judgment doth befall The stubborn who refuse.
But God doth give his light to all Who cherish his Good News.

Then evil flee away Before the rising dawn!
Let this old Adam day by day God's image still put on.