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Página xxv - I was bore ; For when I of her loves rede, Myn ere with the tale I fede ; And with the lust of her histoire, Sometime I draw into memoire, Howe sorrow may not ever last, And so hope cometh in at last.
Página v - COUNCIL OF THE CAMDEN SOCIETY, FOR THE YEAR 1842-3. President, THE RIGHT HON. LORD FRANCIS EGERTON, MP THOMAS AMYOT, ESQ. FRS Treas. SA Director. THE RIGHT HON. LORD BRAYBROOKE, FSA JOHN BRUCE, ESQ. FSA Treasurer. JOHN PAYNE COLLIER, ESQ. FSA C. PURTON COOPER, ESQ. QC, DCL, FRS, FSA T. CROFTON CROKER, ESQ. FSA, MRIA SIR HENRY ELLIS, KH, FRS, Sec. SA JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL, ESQ. FRS, FSA THE REV. JOSEPH HUNTER, FSA SIR FREDERICK MADDEN, KH, FRS, FS.A. JOHN HERMAN MERIVALE, ESQ. FSA THE REV. LANCELOT...
Página xxx - O Lauayn, helpe me, that I were on my hors, for here is fast by, within this two myle, a gentyl heremyte, that somtyme was a fulle noble knyghte, and a grete lord of possessions. And for grete goodenes he hath taken hym to wylful poverte, and forsaken many landes, and his name is Sire Baudewyn of Bretayn, and he is a ful noble surgeon and a good leche.
Página 102 - A reyde wey to the town he had, He spyrd to the marchandes yn : And when he to his yn come, His lordes soper he dyght full sone, Of gud meytes and fyne. . Be that the soper was dyght, Sir Amadas was com and don lyght, And hit was soper tyme.
Página xxviii - And there he ordeyned two gouernours of this Royame that is to say Syre Bawdewyn of Bretayne for to counceille to the best and syr Constantyn sone to syre Cador of Cornewaylle, whiche after the dethe of Arthur was kyng of this Royamme.
Página 44 - In stid quere thou art stadde; Butte a forwart make I with the or that thou goe, That euyn to part be-twene vs toe, The godus thou hase wonun and spedde.
Página 58 - Cheuetan of chiualry, Kyndenesse of curtesy, Hunting fulle warly, — As wayt men and wise, To the forest tha fare, To hunte atte buk, and atte bare, To the herte, and to the hare, That bredus in the rise ; The king atte Carlele he lay, The hunter cummys on a day, Sayd, " Sir, ther walkes in my way, A welle grim gryse ! III. He is a balefulle bare, Secheon seghe I neuyr are ! He hase wro3te me myculle care, And hurte of my howundes ; Slayn hom downe slely, With fe3ting fulle furcely, Wasse ther none...
Página 103 - When he thoght on his londes brode, His castels, his towres wher leyd to weyd, How all was gwon and tynt ! Mykell sorro he made in that sted, And in pouerte he fro them fled ; His dedes he con forthenke. " Now am he Y that noght has, As of a mon that sumtyme was Full mykyll seyt by. 370 Ther Y had an hondorthe marke of rent ; Y spentte hit all in lyghtte atent, Of suche forlok was Y.