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Where myghte this womman mete and drynke have? |
| Thre yeer and moore how lasteth hir vitaille? |
| 500 | Who fedde the Egypcien Marie in the cave, |
| Or in desert? No wight but Crist, sanz faille. |
| Fyve thousand folk it was as greet mervaille |
| With loves fyve and fisshes two to feede; |
| God sente his foyson at hir grete neede. |
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| Where might this woman get her drink and meat? |
| Three years and more, how lasted her supply? |
| 500 | Who gave Egyptian Mary food to eat |
| In cave desert? None but Christ, say I. |
| Five thousand folk, the gospels testify, |
| On five loaves and two fishes once did feed. |
| And thus God sent abundance for her need. |
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