That without helpe of man, or any male
Conceaueth daughters by her selfe alone:
But at their birth, be it by night or day,
Some skilfull man, the midwiues part doth play.
When they be borne, and perfectly brought foorth,
Both olde and yong doe greatly them desire;
Their beautie and their power is of such woorth,
That all mens harts, therewith are set on fire:
And in all times they beare as great a sway
As if on earth, there were no queenes but they.
Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb,But open thou thy manly mouth and say that thou wilt come:Whereby my heart may think, although I see not thee,That thou wilt come–thy word so sware–if thou a live man be.The roaring hugy waves they threaten my poor ghost,And toss thee up and down…
he doth me risen earlymy matins for to stayI have a gentil cockcomen he is of greathis comb is of red coralhis tail is of jetI have a gentil cockcomen he is of kindhis comb is of red sorrelhis tail is of indehis legs be of azureso gentil and so smallhis spurs are of silver…
eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,Healer, called, heaven’s ward;so at the same time singing praisescountless folk begin the year,for the awaited time comes to town,the first month, famous January.Five nights later the Lord’s baptism,and eternal God’s epiphany comes;the twelve-days’ time to blessed men known,by us in Britain called Twelfthnight.Four weeks later February falls,Sol-month brighter settles…
Luxuriantly budding my pride and joy!I will put before the lord of Macreu,That on Wednesday, in the valley of MachawyBlood will flow.Lloegyr’s (England’s) blades will shine.But hear, O little pig! on ThursdayThe Cymry will rejoyceIn their defence of Cymimawd,Furiously cutting and thrusting.The Saesons (Saxons) will be slaughtered by our ashen spears,And their heads used as…
Through Christendome and HeathynesseWell knowne is my worthy fame.In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;I am a Christyan bore;The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost,One God, I doe adore.In the four hundred ninetieth yeere,Oer Brittaine I did rayne,After my Savior Christ his byrth,What time I did maintaineThe fellowshipp of the Table Round,Soe famous in those dayes;Whereatt a…
a wonder on the wave — water become bone.
