Sunday, January 17, 2010

~~~~ Mon mai longe liues wene, ~~~~

Ac ofte him lieth the wrench.
Feir weder turneth ofte into reine

And wunderliche hit maketh his blench.

Tharuore mon, thu the bi-thench,

Al schal falewi thi grene,

Weilawei, nis king ne quene,

That ne schal drinche of deathes drench.

Mon, er thu falle of thi bench,

Thine sunne thu aquench.

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