
ALMIGHTY, all-merciful Queen, to whom all this world flees for succour, to have release from sin, sorrow and trouble, glorious Virgin, flower of all flowers, to you I flee, confounded in error! You mighty, gentle lady, help and relieve me, have mercy on my perilous sickness My cruel adversary has vanquished me. COMFORT is there none, but in you, dear lady, for, lo, my sin and confusion, which ought not to appear in your presence, have brought against me a grievous action, founded on strict justice and desperation. And as by right in justice they might well maintain that I would be worthy of my damnation were it not for your mercy, blissful queen of heaven. I hope readers will agree with me that these two stanzas would, in terms of vocabulary and style, ...