" Quid petis, o fily? "
" Mater dulcissima, ba-ba! "
" Quid petis, o fili? "
" Michi plausus oscula da-da! "

So laughyng in lap leyde,
So pretyly, so pertly,
So passyngly well a-payd,
Ful softly and full soberly
Unto her swet son she said:
" Quid petis , " etc.
The moder full manerly and mekly as a mayd,
Lokyng on her lytill son so laughyng in lap layd,
So pretyly, so partly, so passingly well apayd,
So passyngly wel apayd,
Full softly and full soberly
Unto her son she saide,
Unto her son saide:
" Quid petis , " etc.

I mene this by Mary, our Makers moder of myght,
Full lovely lookyng on our Lord, the lanterne of lyght,
Thus saying to our Savior; this saw I in my syght.