There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu: Alleluia. For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space: Res miranda. [thing of wonder] By that rose we may well see There be one God in persons three: Pares forma. [equal in form] Then leave we all this worldly mirth, And follow we this joyful birth: Transeamus. [let us go]
