Affirming this, how that it isA labour spent in vainTo love them wele; for never a deleThey love a man again:For let a man do what he canTheir favour to attain,Yet if a new to them pursue,Their first true lover thanLaboureth for naught; for from her thoughtHe is a banished man.She.I say not nay, but…
Ofte I sike and mourne sareWhen hit cometh in my thohtOf this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.Nou hit is, and nou hit nys,Al so hit ner nere, ywys;That moni mon seith, soth hit ys:Al goth bote Godes wille:Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle.Al that gren me graveth grene,Nou hit faleweth…
With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt marvelously,Wherefore Englonde may calle, and cryDeo gratias:Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.He sette a sege, the sothe for to say,To Harflue toune with ryal aray;That toune he wan and made a fray,That Fraunce shall rywe tyl domes day.Deo gratias:Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.Then went…
A falser steward than he was one,Servde not in bower nor hall.He wolde have layne by our comelye queene,Her deere worshippe to betraye;Our queene she was a good woman,And evermore said him naye.Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind,With her hee was never content,Till traiterous meanes he colde devyse,In a fyer to have her brent.There…
And thought with her to have lived in love,But they fell to hate and strife.They scarce were in their wee-bed laid,And scarce was hee asleepe,But upp shee rose, and forth shee goes,To the steward, and gan to weepe.‘Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles?Or be you not within?Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles,Arise and…
Trusting a true love for to find.Upon an hill then took I heed;A voice I heard (and near I yede)In great dolour complaining tho:See, dear soul, how my sides bleedQuia amore langueo.Upon this hill I found a tree,Under a tree a man sitting;From head to foot wounded was he;His hearte blood I saw bleeding:A seemly…
Of utterwarde to kepe thys regne in restOf oure England, that no man may denyeNer say of soth but it is one the best,Is thys, as who seith, south, north, est and westCheryshe marchandyse, kepe thamyralte,That we bee maysteres of the narowe see.For Sigesmonde the grete Emperoure,Whyche yet regneth, whan he was in this londeWyth…
And that me greveth sore;For thi cradel is ase a bere,Oxe and asse beth thi fere:Weepe ich mai tharfore.Iesu, swete, beo noth wroth,Thou ich nabbe clout ne clothThe on for to folde,The on to folde ne to wrappe,For iche nabbe clout ne lappe;Bote ley thou thi fet to my pappe,And wite the from the colde.
He bare hym vp, he bare hym down;He bare hym into an orchard brown.In that orchard ther was an hall,That was hangid with purpill and pall.And in that hall ther was a bede;Hit was hangid with gold so rede.And yn that bed ther lythe a knyght,His wowndes bledyng day and nyght.By that bedes side ther…
It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot it was for a lady gay,That livd on Carron side.‘Quhair sall I get a bonny boy,That will win hose and shoen;That will gae to Lord Barnard’s ha’,And bid his lady cum?And ze maun rin my errand, Willie,And ze may rin wi’ pride;Quhen other boys…
