insurrections.

but again they considered that the stench of so large a carcase might produce a plague in the metropolis, and probably spread through the whole kingdom.

Six hundred beds,

clemency

alighted,

force of that soporiferous medicine infused into my liquor.

These people are most excellent mathematicians, and arrived to a great perfection in mechanics, by the countenance and encouragement of the emperor, who is a renowned patron of learning.

putting my finger frequently to my mouth, to signify that I wanted food.

He acted every part of an orator, and I could observe many periods of threatenings, and others of promises, pity, and kindness.

I perceived it to be a human creature, not six inches high, with a bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back. In the meantime I felt at least forty more of the same kind (as I conjectured) following the first.

for as I happened to lie on my back, I found my arms and legs were strongly fastened on each side to the ground; and my hair, which was long and thick, tied down in the same manner. I likewise felt several slender ligatures across my body, from my arm-pits to my thighs. I could only look upwards, the sun began to grow hot, and the light offended my eyes.

It would not be proper, for some reasons, to trouble the reader with the particulars of our adventures in those seas

wife and family

Mrs. Mary Burton,[4] second daughter to Mr. Edmund Burton, hosier in Newgate Street, with whom I received four hundred pounds for a portion.

She lov’d me for the dangers I had pass’d, And I lov’d her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us’d

To find out practices of cunning hell, Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, That with some mixtures powerful o’er the blood, Or with some dram conjur’d to this effect, He wrought upon her.

Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor, whom now it seems Your special mandate for the state affairs Hath hither brought.

Ay, to me. She is abused, stol’n from me, and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;

O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow’d my daughter? Damn’d as thou art, thou hast enchanted her, For I’ll refer me to all things of sense,

iniquity

ome one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds By what you see them act. Is there not charms By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abused?

that your fair daughter, At this odd-even and dull watch o’ the night, Transported with no worse nor better guard, But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor

homage

grandsire

beseechers

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies,

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.

To win me soon to hell, my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing:

My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;

And burn the long-liv’d phoenix, in her blood;

When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment,

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory:

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell

eloquence

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate

whosoever seeketh to save his life shall lose it, but whosoever will lose it for my sake shall find it;

One of the greatest benefits that ever God gave me, is, that he sent me so sharp and severe parents, and so gentle a schoolmaster.

All the letters, poems, and prayers Lady Jane wrote were from the Tower of London. She wrote some to say her last goodbyes and let her wishes be known, but most were her last chance to have her voice be heard. She wrote to her father, begging him to stay Protestant (Ives). She explained how she was not afraid to die because she knew she would be with the Lord.

Once Mary was restored to power, Lady Jane and her husband were tried for treason, given death sentences and sent to the Tower of London. Lady Jane’s father, in a bid to save himself, denounced his own daughter though the court saw through his plan and classified him a traitor as well.

I promise you, that if it shall not probably appear to all the nobility and commons, in the high court of parliament, that this marriage shall be for the high benefit and commodity of the whole realm, then will I abstain from marriage while I live.

Although Mary’s father was very affectionate towards her, he lived with disappointment of not having a son and not finding a suitable marriage match to her.

Good-Deeds. Fear not, I will speak for thee

Till that I go to my Good-Deed, But alas, she is so weak, That she can neither go nor speak; Yet will I venture on her now.–

For my love is contrary to the love everlasting.

How should I be merry or glad? For fair promises to me make, But when I have most need, they me forsake. I am deceived; that maketh me sad.

Why, ye said, If I had need, Ye would me never forsake, quick nor dead

whither shall I flee, That I might scape this endless sorrow! Now, gentle Death, spare me till to-morrow,

Have mercy on me in this most need; Shall I have no company from this vale terrestrial Of mine acquaintance that way me to lead?

Show me, for saint charity, Should I not come again shortly?

may say Death giveth no warning:

Yet of my good will I give thee, if ye will be kind, Yea, a thousand pound shalt thou have, And defer this matter till another day.

To give a reckoning longer leisure I crave; This blind matter troubleth my wit

God. Go thou to Everyman, And show him in my name A pilgrimage he must on him take, Which he in no wise may escape;

“Tristan, leave me your dog, Toothold, and every time I see him I will remember you, and will be less sad. And, friend, I have here a ring of green jasper. Take it for the love of me, and put it on your finger; then if anyone come saying he is from you, I will not trust him at all till he show me this ring, but once I have seen it, there is no power or royal ban that can prevent me from doing what you bid—wisdom or folly.”

Then the King cried: “Nephew! nephew! for God’s sake wait awhile,” but Tristan had fled and joined his squire, and mounted rapidly. Gorvenal said to him:

“Friend,” said he, “if I could make my peace with the King; if he would allow me to sustain in arms that neither by act nor word have I loved you with a wrongful love, any knight from the Marshes of Ely right away to Dureaume that would gainsay me, would find me armed in the ring. Then if the King would keep you and drive me out I would cross to the Lowlands or to Brittany with Gorvenal alone. But wherever I went and always, Queen, I should be yours; nor would I have spoken thus, Iseult, but for the wretchedness you bear so long for my sake in this desert land.”

“He that put on this ring is not the man who threw me to his lepers in his wrath; he is rather that compassionate lord who, from the day I touched his shore, received me and protected. And he loved Tristan once, but I came, and see what I have done! He should have lived in the King’s palace; he should have ridden through King’s and baron’s fees, finding adventure; but through me he has forgotten his knighthood, and is hunted and exiled from the court, leading a random life. …”

He came alone into the hut, sword bare, and watched them as they lay: but he saw that they were apart, and he wondered because between them was the naked blade. Then he said to himself: “My God, I may not kill them. For all the time they have lived together in this wood, these two lovers, yet is the sword here between them, and throughout Christendom men know that sign. Therefore I will not slay, for that would be treason and wrong, but I will do so that when they wake they may know that I found them here, asleep, and spared them and that God had pity on them both.”

Although one’s brother may wish to strew the grave with gold for his sibling, to bury beside the dead many treasures that he would wish him to have— That gold cannot comfort him, the soul filled with sins, which he hid before now while he was alive, from the terror of God —

The glory of the earth elders and withers, as now do all men throughout middle-earth. Old age overtakes him, blanching his face— the greyhaired grieve. He knows his olden friend, the noble child, was given up to the ground.

Therefore now my mind departs outside its thought-locks, my heart’s insides, with the ocean’s tide,

Therefore a man cannot become wise, before he has earned his share of winters in this world

Whenever the memory of kin pervades his mind, he greets them joyfully, eagerly looking them up and down, the companions of men— they always swim away.

There is now no one living to whom I dare articulate my mind’s grasp.

earth-stepper,

lone-dweller

Or any woman, be she young or old, That’s made her husband into a cuckold, Such folk shall have no power and no grace To offer to my relics in this place.

But with his mouth he kissed her naked arse Right greedily, before he knew of this. Aback he leapt- it seemed somehow amiss, For well he knew a woman has no beard; 630 He’d felt a thing all rough and longish haired,

To look at her he thought a merry life, She was so pretty, sweet, and lickerous. I dare well say, if she had been a mouse And he a cat, he would have mauled her some.

“My husband is so full of jealousy, Unless you will await me secretly, I know I’m just as good as dead,” said she. “You must keep all quite hidden in this case.” 190       “Nay, thereof worry not,” said Nicholas,

And she had become eighteen years of age. Jealous he was and held her close in cage. For she was wild and young, and he was old, And deemed himself as like to be cuckold.

Of secret loves he knew and their solace; And he kept counsel, too, for he was sly And meek as any virgin passing by.

I will believe full well that I am none. 55 A husband must not be inquisitive Of God, nor of his wife, while she’s alive.

It is a sin, and further, great folly To asperse any man, or him defame, 40 And, too, to bring upon a man’s wife shame

Pilate’s

claim

That man shall pay unto his wife his debt? Now wherewith should he ever make payment, Except he used his blessed instrument?

chastity

bigamy or octogamy

In marrying me, if that my mate should die, Without exception, too, of bigamy.

When my good husband from the world is gone, Some Christian man shall marry me anon;

Solomon; I understand he had more wives than one; And now would God it were permitted me To be refreshed one half as oft as he!

God bade us to increase and multiply; That worthy text can I well understand

I was twelve years of age, 5 Thanks be to God who is forever alive, Of husbands at church door have I had five;

Samaritan:

fey

yore

bewail

Between the two of us will turn out as fate, Overseer of men, decides. I am resolved.

I shall pursue this fight For the glory of winning,

He was sad at heart, Unsettled yet ready, sensing his own death. 2420 His fate hovered near, unknowable but certain:

The wise man thought he must have thwarted Ancient ordinance of the eternal Lord, 2330 Broken His commandment.

for the vile sky-winger Would leave nothing alive in his wake. Everywhere the havoc he wrought was in evidence.

gloaming

For three centuries, this scourge of the people Had stood guard on that stoutly protected Underground treasury, until the intruder 2280 Unleashed its fury

People on the farms Are in dread of him.

panicked and ran Away with the precious

The sleeping dragon; that drove him into rage, As the people of that country would soon discover.

He ruled it well For fifty winters, grew old and wise

The wide kingdom Reverted to Beowulf

Nobody tried to keep him from going, No elder denied him, dear as he was to them. Instead, they inspected omens and spurred His ambition to go,

For twelve winters,

Shifting himself to a safer distance To bed in the bothies,

Grendel’s powers of destruction were plain: Their wassail was over, they wept to heaven And mourned under morning

great mead-hall

ook leave Of his life on earth.

coats of mail.

ring-giver.

ring-whorled prow

Spear-Danes

Conall; “may it be for victory and triumph.”

Queen of Medb

he gained his better-known name as a child, after killing Culann’s fierce guard-dog in self-defense and offered to take its place

He is known for his terrifying battle frenzy, or “ríastrad” in which he becomes an unrecognizable monster who knows neither friend nor foe.

Lay of Hildebrand