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his great man

Wertenberg

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syllogisms

Jerome’s Bibl

Justinian

odious

maladies

boughs

timorous

stile

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hours

THE FIRST 

hewe

carke

reed

ardimen

Eftsoones

palfrey

shewing

For, I assure you, there is no such whetstone to sharpen a good wit, and encourage a will to learning,

contrivances

son of perdition

Mosaical law

quoits

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hair shirt

clean

dainty

Wherefore

espide

I would come counsel you before your court rich. For I think it not seemly, as it is true known, that such an asking is heaved so high in your hall, that you yourself are tempted, to take it to yourself, while so many bold men about you on benches sit, that under heaven, I hope, are none higher of will, nor better of body on fields where battle is raised. I am the weakest, I know, and of wit feeblest. least worth the loss of my life, who’d learn the truth. Only inasmuch as you are my uncle, am I praised: No bounty but your blood in my body I know. And since this thing is folly and naught to you falls, and I have asked it of you first, grant it to me;

If any so hardy in this house holds himself, is so bold of blood, hot-brained in his head, that dare staunchly strike a stroke for another, I shall give him as gift this weapon so rich, this blade, that is heavy enough to handle as he likes, and I will bear the first blow, as bare as I sit. If any friend be so fell as to fare as I say, Leap lightly to me; latch on to this weapon – I quit claim for ever, he keeps it, his own.

Yule

‘He that on high sits: to wait any while in this way, it was not my errand. But as the light of thee, lord, is lifted so high, and thy burg and thy barons the best, men hold, strongest under steel gear on steeds to ride, the wisest and worthiest of the world’s kind, proof to play against in other pure sports, and here is shown courtesy, as I have heard said, so then I wandered hither, indeed, at this time. You may be sure by this branch that I bear here that I pass by in peace and no plight seek. For were I found here, fierce, and in fighting wise, I had a hauberk at home and a helm both, a shield and a sharp spear, shining bright, and other weapons to wield, I well will, too; but as I wish no war, I wear the softer. But if you be as bold as all bairns tell, you will grant me goodly the gift that I ask by right.’ Arthur answered there,

On knights he cast his eyes, And rolled them up and down. He stopped and studied ay who was of most renown

And yet he had no helm nor hauberk, neither, nor protection, nor no plate pertinent to arms, nor no shaft, nor no shield, to strike and smite, but in his one hand he held a holly branch, that is greatest in green when groves are bare

Fair lady,” he answered, “since it pleases you to be so gracious, and to dower so graceless a knight with your love, there is naught that you may bid me do—right or wrong, evil or good—that I will not do to the utmost of my power. I will observe your commandment, and serve in your quarrels. For you I renounce my father and my father’s house. This only I pray, that I may dwell with you in your lodging, and that you will never send me from your side.”

bonsour

And so his kingdom he forsook; He had no kirtle and no hood; A simple palmer’s cloak he took; No shoes he had, no store of food. But with his harp he sadly strode Barefooted from the castle gate, Alone to wander where he would. Alas! how woeful was his state!

” Since we were first together, naught Hath marred our life; no smallest sign; But we have loved as love we ought; Thou art my life, and I am thine. Now do thy best and do not pine, For we must part, and I to doom ! ” ” Alas ! ” he cried, and ” woe is mine ! Where dost thou go, Love, and to whom

None before him was, I trow, Or in after days will be Held the peer of Orfeo

hearken

The dragon began to belch out flames And burn bright homesteads; there was a hot glow That scared everyone, for the vile sky-winger Would leave nothing alive in his wake. Everywhere the havoc he wrought was in evidence. Far and near, the Geat nation Bore the brunt of his brutal assaults

nd the shelter of Heardred’s shield proved useless Against the fierce aggression of the Shylfings: Ruthless swordsmen, seasoned campaigners, They came against him and his conquering nation, And with cruel force cut him down So that afterwards The wide kingdom Reverted to Beowulf

In the fury of battle. Hygelac fell

That bit into her neck bone And severed it entirely, toppling the doomed House of her flesh; she fell to the floor. The sword dripped blood