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First published January 1, 1400
”Lord, mad hit are that agayns thee stryven
Or proferen thee oght agayns thy pay”,
”The dubbement of tho derworth depe
Were bonkes bene of beryl bryght.
Swangeande swete the water con swepe,
With a rounande rurk raykande aryght.
In the founs there stonden stones stepe,
As glent thurgh glasse that glowed and glyght,
As stremande sternes, when strothe-men slepe,
Staren in welkyn in wynter night;
For uch a pobbel in pole there pyght
Was emerad, saffer, or gemme gent,
That all the logh lemed of lyght,
So dere was hit adubbement.”
”Then herd he of that highe hille, in a hard roche,
Biyonde the brok in a bonk, a wonder breme noyse.
What! hit clatered in the clyff as hit cleve schulde,
As one upon a gryndelston had grounden a sythe;
What! hit warred and whette as water at a mulne;
What! hit rusched and ronge, routhe to here.”