After the stanza-- Jesus, for the deadly tears That thou sheddest for my guilt, Hear and speed my prayers And spare me that I be not spilt; the best that is in the suppliant shines out thus Jesu, for them I thee beseech That wrathen thee in any wise; Withhold from them thy hand of wreche, _vengeance._ And let them live in thy service.
Jesu, most comfort for to see Of thy saintis every one, Comfort them that careful be, And help them that be woe-begone.
Jesu, keep them that be good, And amend them that have grieved thee; And send them fruits of earthly food, As each man needeth in his degree.
Jesu, that art, withouten lees, _lies._ Almighty God in trinity, Cease these wars, and send us peace, With lasting love and charity.
Jesu, that art the ghostly stone _spiritual._ Of all holy church in middle-erde, _the world._ Bring thy folds and flocks in one, And rule them rightly with one herd.
We now approach the second revival of literature, preceded in England by the arrival of the art of printing; after which we find ourselves walking in a morning twilight, knowing something of the authors as well as of their work.
I have little more to offer from this century.

There are a few religious poems by John Skelton, who was tutor to Henry VIII.

But such poetry, though he was a clergyman, was not much in Skelton's manner of mind.

We have far better of a similar sort already.
A new sort of dramatic representation had by this time greatly encroached upon the old Miracle Plays.

The fresh growth was called Morals or Moral Plays.