A deuout prayer to our lady / co m pyled and imprynted by Robert Coplande.

Hayle Mary ful of grace
Our lorde is with the
Toyes to the in eche place
For thy femynyte
The holy trynyte
In the hath made his boure
Thou arte of suche honoure

Blessed of all women
By excellent vertu
So must thy fruyt be then
That of the dyde yssu
That blyssed babe Iesu
The kynge of kynges all
Whose name is immortall

The p ro phetes lo n ge beforne
Of the dyde prophecy
That of the sholde be borne
The sonne of god on hye
Thy name can neuer dye
But euermore renewe
In goodnesse and vertewe

Thou arte moder noryce
Our fode / and our welfare
Our chefe consolatryce
Our refuge in our care
We can the neuer spare
Therfore we say to the
Spes nostra salue / salue

Bicause thou art so good
Of ecellent mercy
Fro m this moost deedly flood
To the dayly we cry
O blyssyd swete Mary
In the gretely we trust
Whe n we wold haue our lust

There ca n no persone spyll
That dooth the truely serue
Thou art clene without yll
Thy bou n te can not swerue
Al prayse thou doost deserue
From A / vnto / Amen
Thy praysynge can n ot pen

To laude the we are bou n de
Thou shewest vs such grace
The deuyl tho u doost confou n de
That dooth vs sore menace
Afore thy sones face
Thou doost alway repete
Our fraylte to forgete

Graunt me a boone lady
To preserue me this day
Without shryft not to deye
And to synne by no way
Thy sones p re ceptes to obay
His name to gloryfy
And thyn eternally

I haue no maner arte
Thy praysyng to suffyse
But yet with all my harte
After my symple guyse
This wyse / I wyll deuyse
O excellent / o pure
O heuenly creature.

Lawd / hy m pne / giue honour
Symphony synge iubyle
Vnto the of women flour
The queres thre times thre
Before the trynyte
Prayse thyn excellence
In all the sayntes presence.