5. For hire love in slep y slake, Blou northerne wynd! Send thou me my suetyng! Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou ! This World's Joy WYNTER wakeneth al my care, Nou this leves waxeth bare; Ofte I sike ant mourne sare When hit cometh in my thoht Of this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht. Nou hit is, and nou hit nys, Al so hit ner nere, ywys; That moni mon seith, soth hit ys: Al goth bote Godes wille: Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle. Al that gren me graueth grene Nou hit faleweth albydene: Jesu, help that hit be sene Ant shild us from helle! c. 1300 For y not whider y shal, ne hou longe her duelle. 5. this leves] these leaves. sike] sigh. ner nere] as though it had never been. thah] though. faleweth] fadeth. albydene] altogether. except. 6. A Hymn to the Virgin OF F on that is so fayr and bright Brighter than the day is light, Parens et puella: Ic crie to the, thou see to me, That ic mote come to thee Maria. Al this world was for-lore Tyl our Lord was y-bore De te genetrice. With ave it went away Thuster nyth and comz the day Salutis ; The welle springeth ut of the, Virtutis. Levedy, flour of alle thing, Rosa sine spina, Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, Gratia divina: Of alle thu ber'st the pris, Levedy, quene of paradys Electa: Mayde milde, moder es C. 1300 Effecta. on] one. levedy] lady. thuster] dark. prís] prize. 7. Of a rose, a lovely rose, LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde and 3ynge, How this rose began to sprynge; In al this word ne knowe I non. The Aungil came fro hevene tour, That xulde breke the fyndes bond. The flour sprong in heye Bedlem, Out of here bosum the blosme sprong. The ferste braunche is ful of myht, The secunde braunche sprong to helle, Blyssid be the time the rose sprong! The thredde braunche is good and swote, Every day it schewit in prystes hond. lestenyt] listen. word] world. hevene qwyn] heaven's queen. xuld] should. bote] salvation. C. 1350 schen] beautiful, 8. 9. Prey we to here with gret honour, Che be our helpe and our socour And schyd us fro the fyndes bond ROBERT MANNYNG OF BRUNNE Praise of Women O thyng ys to man so dere Νο 1260-1340 As wommanys love in gode manère. A gode womman is mannys blys, JOHN BARBOUR Freedom A! Fredome is a noble thing! Fredome mayse man to haif liking; Fredome all solace to man giffis, d. 1395 He livis at ese that frely livis ! A noble hart may haif nane ese, Na ellys nocht that may him plese, 8. nevene] name. glew] gladden. liberty. na ellys nocht] nor aught else. hurde] flock. 9. liking] 10. Gif fredome fail'th; for fre liking Then all perquer he suld it wit; GEOFFREY CHAUCER The Love Unfeigned YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she, 1340?-1400 In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee, And of your herte up-casteth the visage Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre And loveth him, the which that right for love What nedeth feyned loves for to seke? 9. yharnit] yearned for. 10. repeyreth] repair ye. perquer] thoroughly, by heart. starf] died. |