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The accompanying electronic files, "HEREBERT.*", reproduce the text of the sermons and poems of the fourteenth-century Oxford Franciscan, William Herebert, as edited by Stephen R. Reimer. This text, with complete critical apparatus, commentary, and bibliography, is contained in <i>The Works of William Herebert, OFM</i>, ed. Stephen R. Reimer (Toronto: Pontifical Institute of Mediaeval Studies, 1987). This edition and all reproductions of parts of that edition (such as these electronic files) are copyrighted: (c) 1987, the Pontifical Institute of Mediaeval Studies, Toronto. Permission for the use of any part of these electronic files beyond those uses explicitly allowed under the Code of Practice and the classification system of the Oxford Text Archive should be sought from The Director of Publications The Pontifical Institute of Mediaeval Studies 59 Queen's Park Crescent East Toronto, Ontario Canada M5S 2C4 The conventions used in coding these texts are based upon the recommen . . .
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<!This text is copied from <i>The Works of William Herebert, OFM</i>, ed. Stephen R. Reimer, and the copyright (c) 1987 is held by The Pontifical Institute of Mediaeval Studies, Toronto.!> <cn>Poem 1: Hostis Herodes impie; Fol. 205r</cn> <VERSE> HErodes, <thorn>ou wykked fo, wharof ys <thorn>y dredinge? And why art <thorn>ou so sore agast of Cristes tocominge? Ne reueth h<ac>e nouth erthlich g<ac>od <thorn>at maketh ous heuene kynges. <THORN>e kynges wenden here way and foleweden <thorn>e sterre, And sothfast ly<yogh>th wyth sterre lyth souhten vrom so verre, And sheuden wel <thorn>at he ys God in gold and stor and mirre. Crist, ycleped "heuene lomb," so c<ac>om to seynt Ion, And of hym was ywas<yogh>e <thorn>at sunne nadde n<ac>on, To halewen oure vollouth water, <thorn>at sunne hauet uordon. A newe myhte he cudde <thorn>er he was at a feste: He made vulle wyth shyr water six cannes by <thorn>e l<ac>este; Bote <thorn>e water turnde into wyn <thorn>orou Crystes oune heste. Wele . . .
