• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Shorter Poems

man and saif: Thocht thow be lord attouir the laif, And eftirwart maid bund and thrall, Ane peure begger with skrip and staif, Obey and thank thy God of all. "This changeing and grit variance Of erdly staitis up and

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Alliterative Morte Arthure

felle so fawe,these freshlich bernes, Through hoppes and hemland,hilles and other, Holtes and hore woodeswith heslin shawes, Through morass and mossand mountes so high, And in the misty morningon a mede falles, Mowen and unmade,mainovred but little, 162 In swathes

• Ancrene Wisse, Part Seven

head to separate life and soul, and sink them both into the fire of hell, to be the devil's whore, in shame and in sorrow (lit., shamefully and sorrowfully), world without end (i.e., for ever and ever). 192-94 Ondswere nu

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Mary at the Foot of the Cross

and A, R and I, There he betyn his bryte body With schorges that wern bothe scharp and long. Our swete lady stod hym by, With M and A and R and I, Che wept water with here ey,

• Book of Job

forto say, And to no man amendes mase bot dose ever yll all that he may, And evermore hape and hele he has and gud enogh both nyght and day; And he that rewls hym ryght mydnyght, morn, and noyne,

• Codex Ashmole 61: Item 28, The Northern Passion

terys that sche wepe Sche sette hyr done and wessch hys fete, And kyssed them with full gode wyll, And for hyr trespas sche lyked yll, And wypyd them with hyr here And for hyr synne hyr herte was sore.