Behold a silly tender babe in freezing winter night. In homelymanger trabling lies alas a piteous sight. The inns are full; no man will give this little pilgrim bed. But foirced he is with silly beasts in crib to shroud his head.
O Rex gentiumn, et desideratus earum, lapisque angularis, qui facis utraue unumn: veni, et salva hominem, quem de limo formasti.
O King of the nations, and their desire, the cornerstone who makes both one: come and save mankind whom you fashioned out of clay.