Ther is no rose of swych virtu As is the rose that bar Jhesu. Alleluia. For in this rose conteyned was Heven and erthe in lytle space. Res miranda. Be that rose we may weel see That he is God in personys thre. Pari forma. Leave we all this worldly mirth, And follow we this joyful birth. Transeamus. The aungelys sungyn the sheperdes to: "Gloria in excelsis Deo." Gaudeamus.