The Pilgrims' Way; A Little Scrip of Good Counsel for Travellers (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ... Praise of Women "vto thyng ys to man so dere " As wommanys love in good manure. A gode womman is mannys blys, There her love right and stedfast ys. There ys no solas under hevene Of alle that a man may nevene That shulde a man so moche glew As a gode womman that loveth true. Ne derer is none in Goddis hurde Than a chaste womman with lovely worde. robert mannyng of brunne Epithalamion learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your graceful1 rymes, That even the greatest did not greatly scorne To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes, But joyed in theyr praise; And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne, Which death, or love, or fortunes wreck did rayse, Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne, And teach the woods and waters to lament Your dolefull dreriment: epithalamion Now lay those sorrowful1 complaints aside; And, having all your heads with girlands crownd, Helpe me mine owne leves prayses to resound; Ne let the same of any be envide: So Orpheus did for his owne bride So I unto my selfe alone will sing; The woods shall to me answer, and my Eccho ring. Early, before the worlds light-giving lampe His golden beame upon the hils doth spred, Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe, Doe ye awake; and, with fresh lusty-hed, Go to the bowre of my beloved love, My truest turtle dove; Bid her awake; for Hymen is awake, And long since ready forth his maske to move, With his bright Tead 1 that flames with many a flake, And many a bachelor to waite on him, In theyr fresh garments trim. Bid her awake therefore, and soone her dight, For o the wished day is come at last, That shall, for all the paynes and sorrowes past, Pay to her usury of long delight: And, whylest...