The yongest sone of Jervis Hendley, of Corsworne in Cramkebrocke, Gent’man known to be,
Who gave a house, and also land, the Fifteene for to paye,
And to relieve the people pore of this parishe for aye
He died the day of from Him that Judas sold
A thousand five hundredth and ninety yere, being eightie nine yeres ould,
Protesting often before his death, when he his faith declared,
That onlye by the death of Christ he hope to be saved. (Query, spared!)
Christ is oure only Saviour.
wealth under wall! Its watcher had killedone of a few, and the feud was avengedin woful fashion. Wondrous seems it,what manner a man of might and valoroft ends his life, when the earl no longerin mead-hall may live with loving friends.So Beowulf, when that barrow’s wardenhe sought, and the struggle; himself knew notin what wise…
all the morning earls had sat,daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:would they wail as dead, or welcome home,their lord beloved? Little kept backof the tidings new, but told them all,the herald that up the headland rode. —‘Now the willing-giver to Weder folkin death-bed lies; the Lord of Geatson the slaughter-bed sleeps by the serpent’s deed!And…
friends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them.Each of us all must his end abidein the ways of the world; so win who mayglory ere death! When his days are told,that is the warrior’s worthiest doom.Rise, O realm-warder! Ride we anon,and mark the trail of the mother of Grendel.No harbor shall hide her — heed my…
Salue, festa diesi martis,Mauortis! aueteKalende. Qua Deusad celum subleuatire Dauid.Hail, halyday deuout! Alhail KalendeOf Marche, wheryn Dauid the ConfessourCommaunded is his kyngis court ascende;Emanuel, Jhesus the Conquerour,This same day as a Tryumphatour,Sette in a Chaire & Throne of Maiestee,To London is comyn. O Saviour,Welcome a thousand fold to thi Citee!And she, thi modir Blessed mot…
The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive a prey.He chose the Gordons and the Graemes,With them the Lindesays, light and gay;But the Jardines wald not with him ride,And they rue it to this day.And he has burned the dales of Tyne,And part of Bambrough shire,And three good towers on Reidswire fells,He left…
Brighter than the day is light,Parens et puella:Ic crie to the, thou see to me,Levedy, preye thi Sone for me,Tam pia,That ic mote come to theeMaria.Al this world was for-loreEva peccatrice,Tyl our Lord was y-boreDe te genetrice.Withaveit went awayThuster nyth and cometh the daySalutis;The welle springeth ut of theVirtutis.Levedy, flour of alle thing,Rosa sine spina,Thu…
