EPILOGUE
Even thus, O ye whom God loves well,In days of yore these things befellAll truly, though some hold it for a fable.But go ye to Maestricht, an ye be able,And in the Converted Sinners shall ye seeThe grave of Emma, and there all threeThe rings be hung above her grave.Thereunto stands writ in goodly staveHer way of life and her penanceAnd how and when all this did chance.By these tokens I hold its truth for clear.She lived the space of two full year,Sithens the rings were fallen away,Faithful in penance, as I heard say,Ever to pleasure the Highest King.—Take all in gree, without grutching,This simple tale: ’twas writ for love,That we may win to heavenly glory above.
Even thus, O ye whom God loves well,In days of yore these things befellAll truly, though some hold it for a fable.But go ye to Maestricht, an ye be able,And in the Converted Sinners shall ye seeThe grave of Emma, and there all threeThe rings be hung above her grave.Thereunto stands writ in goodly staveHer way of life and her penanceAnd how and when all this did chance.By these tokens I hold its truth for clear.She lived the space of two full year,Sithens the rings were fallen away,Faithful in penance, as I heard say,Ever to pleasure the Highest King.—Take all in gree, without grutching,This simple tale: ’twas writ for love,That we may win to heavenly glory above.
Even thus, O ye whom God loves well,In days of yore these things befellAll truly, though some hold it for a fable.But go ye to Maestricht, an ye be able,And in the Converted Sinners shall ye seeThe grave of Emma, and there all threeThe rings be hung above her grave.Thereunto stands writ in goodly staveHer way of life and her penanceAnd how and when all this did chance.By these tokens I hold its truth for clear.She lived the space of two full year,Sithens the rings were fallen away,Faithful in penance, as I heard say,Ever to pleasure the Highest King.—Take all in gree, without grutching,This simple tale: ’twas writ for love,That we may win to heavenly glory above.
Even thus, O ye whom God loves well,
In days of yore these things befell
All truly, though some hold it for a fable.
But go ye to Maestricht, an ye be able,
And in the Converted Sinners shall ye see
The grave of Emma, and there all three
The rings be hung above her grave.
Thereunto stands writ in goodly stave
Her way of life and her penance
And how and when all this did chance.
By these tokens I hold its truth for clear.
She lived the space of two full year,
Sithens the rings were fallen away,
Faithful in penance, as I heard say,
Ever to pleasure the Highest King.—
Take all in gree, without grutching,
This simple tale: ’twas writ for love,
That we may win to heavenly glory above.
¶ AMEN
¶ This Book hath been examined and approved by a learned man thereto appointed.