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Page 68 - And busily gan for the soules pray Of them that gave him <25> wherewith to scholay* Of study took he moste care and heed. Not one word spake he more than was need; And that was said in form and reverence, And short and quick, and full of high sentence. Sounding in moral virtue was his speech, And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach.
Page xii - And preached, saying, There cometh one mightier than I after me, the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthy to stoop down and unloose.
Page 82 - Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse as neighe as ever he can : Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he, never so rudely and so large : Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe : He may not spare, although he were his brother, He moste as wel sayn o word as an other.
Page 72 - There was not such from Hull unto Carthage. Hardy he was, and wise, I undertake ; With many a tempest had his beard been shake. He knew well all the havens, as they were, From Gothland to the Cape de Finisterre, And every creek in Briton and in Spain. • His barge ycleped was the Magdelain.
Page 61 - And though that he was worthy he was wise, And of his port as meek as is a maid. He never yet no villainy9 ne said In all his life, unto no manner wight. He was a very perfect gentle knight.
Page 290 - Conceived was the Father's sapience, Help me to tell it in thy reverence ! Lady, thy...
Page 295 - For it nis but a litel whyle ago; Preye eek for us, we sinful folk unstable, That, of his mercy, god so merciable On us his grete mercy multiplye, For reverence of his moder Marye. Amen.
Page 62 - Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and rede. 90 Singinge he was, or floytinge, al the day ; He was as fresh as is the month of May. Short was his goune, with sieves longe and wyde. Wel coude he sitte on hors, and faire ryde.