UCLA Rouse MS 32 c1400 about to exhale in the power of the spirit. Hail holy spirit, sword of sorrow, maiden Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb Jesus. Holy lord Mary, most glorious virgin, mother of God and man, giving priase, I urge and beg you through the sorrowful sword which your most blessed spirit passed through sensing in spirit the morning hour your son was arrested, beaten, spat upon, and bound in the presence of officials and judges. Let me, a miserable sinner, share in the same suffering and also enjoy the lasting satisfaction of ensnaring, capturing, and binding the world of the devil and his own, by your very fragility, governance, and demeanor. Hail mother of the heavenly King, Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb Jesus. Holy lord M the salvation of all both living and dead. I entreat you Lord through the same sacred and life-giving mystery of your body and blood by which daily in your church we are fed and and given drink, we are washed and sanctified, and so in one most high divinity we are caused to partake, give me your holy virtues by which a good conscience having been refilled I might draw near to your altar, so that these heavenly sacraments will effect in me salvation and life. With your own sacred and blessed mouth you have said: The bread which I give is my flesh for the life the of the world. One who eats me will live because of me and that one remains in me and I in him. I am the living bread which descended from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever. Sweetest bread, heal the palate of my heart so that I might feel the sweetness of your love. Heal it from every sickness so that it might feel no sweetness except you, seek no love except you, love no beau[ty] except you