Wikipǣdia:Gecorene gemynddagas/Wēodmōnaþ - Wikipǣdia, sēo frēo wīsdōmbōc\nÞēodscipe for ādihtung gecorene gemynddagas Todæg is Mōnandæg, 16 Mǣdmōnaþ, 2018; hit is nū 12:23 (UTC)\n1099 - Sēo Forma Fare hæfþ geendod mid beadƿe æt Ascalon, and Fatimid heras under Al-Afdal Shahanshah afliemed tō Ǣgypt.\n1676 - John Alderman scēat and cƿealde Metacomet heafodmann þæs Ƿampanoag and geendode Philip Cyninges Gūþ .\n1851 - Isaac Singer underfōn patent for his sēoƿcraæftere.\n1248 – Sēo grundƿeall be Cologne Hēafodcirice ƿæs gelegd, and man timbrode þās cirice þe hēo bēon hūs for þǣre scrīne þærin to legenne þā reliquias þāra Þrēora Tungolƿitigena. Se geƿeorc ƿæs endlice fulfemmed in 1880.\n1842 – Seminole scrælingas ƿæron of Floridan adrīfen to Oklahoman, and þȳ endede þone Ōðru Seminole Geƿinn.\n1941 – Æfter digolgemōte onbord herescipum in fæste hæfne nēah Argentia on Nīƿgefūndenland, sƿutoledon Ƿinston Churchill Bryttisc Forma Þegn and Franklin D. Roosevelt Americanisc Foresittend þā Atlantic Bōc, se staþoled besceaƿodnesse for ūre Middnagearde æfter þǣre Ōðru Ƿoruldgūþe būtan ðe þā Geānedu Rīcu American næfdon git geþafod in þǣm geƿinne.\n1777 – American Revolutionary War: Þæt Nīƿre Hāmtūnscīre Campƿerod gelǣded fram John Stark (in biliðe) geflīemde Bryttisce and Germanisce gefylcu under Friedrich Baum in þǣre Beadƿe Bennington.\n1819 – Ēored āsƿēg in menige, ƿarþ þæt folcgemōt in Mameceastre, Englalande tō þǣm Peterloo Forslihte.\n1897 – Mid þǣm (oþ þissum) uncūðum Roald Amundsen on borde ongann of Handƿerpen and of þǣre ƿittcræftlīce andgitfullan Belgiscre-Fare in þæt Antarctisce land.\n1862 – Þā Lacotan, fylc þæs Sioux Scrælingfolces, attacked settlements along the Minnesota River, sparking the Dakota War of 1862 ƿiþ þǣm Geānlǣhtan Rīcum.\n1914 – Ǣrest Ƿoruldgūþ : Ignoring orders to retreat, Hermann von François led a successful counterattack defending East Prussia in þǣre Beadƿe Stalluponen and scored the first Germanisc victory in the Eastern Front.\n1915 – Iūdēisc American Leo Frank was lynched by a mob of prominent citizens in Marietta, Georgia for the alleged murder of a 13-year-old girl, turning the spotlight on Iūdēahete in þǣm Geānlǣhtan Rīcum.\n1969 – Hurricane Camille struck the Mississippi coast þāra Geānlǣhtra Rīca and ācƿellode 259 lēode.\n1988 – Muhammad Zia-ul-Haq Foresittend Pacistanes was killed in a plane crash.\n636 - Arabisc here gelǣded fram Khalid bin Walid took control of Syria and Palestine in þǣre Beadƿe Yarmukes, marking the first great wave of Muslim conquests and the rapid advance of Islam ūtan Arabean.\n1882 - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" debuted æt Moscoƿ.\n1968 - Se "Pragan Lencten" abruptly ended when 200,000 Warsaw Pact troops and 5,000 tanks geondsƿēogon Cecoslofacian.\n1991 - Estland eftnam his sundorrīcehād in þǣm Singing Revolution sƿā dǣl þǣre tōfeallunge þǣre Sofietiscan Gesamnunge.\n1772 - A coup led by Gustaf III was completed by adopting a new Lēodƿeardbōc, ending the Age of Liberty in Sweden.\n1831 - Nat Turner led a slave rebellion in Sūþhamtūn Scīre, Virginie.\n1959 - Haƿaii ƿearþ þone 50þ Rīce þāra Geānlǣhtra Rīca American.\n23 Ƿēodmōnaþ :\n1305 - Æfter lēaslicre costnunge, ācƿealde man Ƿilliam Ƿallace, lǣdere þæs Scottiscan ƿiðercƿide ƿiþ þone Engla Cyninge, in Smiþþfeld Ceapstoƿe on Lundene.\n1866 - Preussen forhīende Ēastrīce in þǣm Ēastrīciscan-Prussiscan Gūðe, and tōlīesde þone Germanisc Band.\n1944 - Michael I Romania Cyning forlēt his leodƿeard hƿǣrof ƿæs Ion Antonescu heretoga his hēafod, and brōhtede Romanie to þǣm gefylcena healfe for þǣre Ōðru Ƿoruldgūþe lāf.\n1071 - Seljuk Turcas gelǣdd fram Alp Arslan gefēngon Byzantisc Cāsere Rōmānus IV in þǣre Beadƿe Manzikertes.\n1346 - Hundredgēares Guþ : Se mīlitisca ealdordōm þæs Engliscan flānbogan ofer þǣm Frenciscan crūcbogan and þǣm byrnƿīgendum cnihtum ƿearþ gestaðelod in þǣre Beadƿe Crēcy.\n1789 - Frencisc Revolution: Sēo Gesƿeotolung þāra Mannes Rihta and Burgmannes ƿearþ geþafod fram þǣm National Constituent Assembly æt Versailles.\n1839 - Þæt þēoƿum-healdene Amistad lendode off Long Island.\n1883 - Fyrbeorglic ūtgēotung Krakatoan in Indonesian ācende sƿincfulle ƿæterȳða, ādīlegode fela landbūenda on Javan and Sumatran, and dīedde 36,000 lēoda.\nFram "https://ang.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Wikipǣdia:Gecorene_gemynddagas/Wēodmōnaþ&oldid=171268" begeten\nLast edited on 10 Ēastermōnaþ 2013, at 19:06


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Sermo Lupi ad Anglos - Old English Aerobics\nWulfstan (d. 1023) was Bishop of London until 1002 and then Bishop of Worcester and Archbishop of York (the two titles had been held by the same person since 972 because York under the viking kings was barely a functional see). He was an advisor to Æthelræd during the later years of his reign and wrote several of that king's law codes; he also wrote law codes for Cnut. Wulfstan was not primarily a writer of homilies; he wrote many fewer than his contemporary and correspondent Ælfric (see Bethurum 1957). The Sermo Lupi ad Anglos, however, reveals him as a writer of extraordinary power. As you read, notice the strong binary rhythms, the many rhymes and alliterations, and the chains of grammatically parallel words and phrases.\nFor editions of this homily, see Bethurum 1957, pp. 255-75 (which presents three different versions) and Whitelock 1963 (especially valuable for its very full annotations) In this text, -an is often written for -um and -on, and the -o- of class 2 weak verbs often appears as -e-.\nSermo Lupi ad Anglos, quando Dani maxime persecuti sunt eos, quod fuit anno millesimo xiiii ab incarnatione Domini nostri Iesu Cristi\n Lēofan men, ġecnāwað þæt sōð is.  Ðēos worold is on ofste, and hit nēalǣċð þām ende, and þȳ hit is on worolde aa swā lenġ swā wyrse.  And swā hit sceal nȳde for folces synnan ǣr antecristes tōcyme yfelian swȳþe, and hūru hit wyrð þænne eġesliċ and grimliċ wīde on worolde.  Understandað ēac ġeorne þæt dēofol þās þēode nū fela ġēara dwelode tō swȳþe, and þæt lȳtle ġetrēowþa wǣran mid mannum, þēah hȳ wel spǣcan, and unrihta tō fela rīcsode on lande.  And næs ā fela manna þe smēade ymbe þā bōte swā ġeorne swā man scolde, ac dæġhwāmlīċe man īhte yfel æfter ōðrum and unriht rǣrde and unlaga maneġe ealles tō wīde ġynd ealle þās þēode.  And wē ēac for þām habbað fela byrsta and bysmara ġebiden, and ġif wē ǣniġe bōte ġebīdan scylan, þonne mōte wē þæs tō Gode earnian bet þonne wē ǣr þysan dydan,  for þām mid miċlan earnungan wē ġeearnedan þā yrmða þe ūs onsittað, and mid swȳþe miċelan earnungan wē þā bōte mōtan æt Gode ġerǣċan ġif hit sceal heonanforð gōdiende weorðan.  Lā hwæt, wē witan ful ġeorne þæt tō miċlan bryċe sceal miċel bōt nȳde, and tō miċlan bryne wæter unlȳtel, ġif man þæt fȳr sceal tō āhte ācwenċan.  And miċel is nȳdþearf manna ġehwilċum þæt hē Godes lage ġȳme heonanforð ġeorne and Godes ġerihta mid rihte ġelǣste.  On hǣþenum þēodum ne dear man forhealdan lȳtel ne miċel þæs þe ġelagod is tō ġedwolgoda weorðunge, and wē forhealdað ǣġhwǣr Godes ġerihta ealles tō ġelōme.  And ne dear man ġewanian on hǣþenum þēodum inne ne ūte ǣniġ þǣra þinga þe ġedwolgodan brōht bið and tō lācum betǣht bið, and wē habbað Godes hūs inne and ūte clǣne berȳpte, and Godes þēowas syndan mǣþe and munde ġewelhwǣr bedǣlde.  And ġedwolgoda þēnan ne dear man misbēodan on ǣniġe wīsan mid hǣþenum lēodum, swā swā man Godes þēowum nū dēð tō wīde þǣr Cristene scoldan Godes lage healdan and Godes þēowas griðian.\n Ac sōð is þæt iċ secge: þearf is þǣre bōte, for þām Godes ġerihta wanedan tō lange innan þysse þēode on ǣġhwylċan ænde, and folclaga wyrsedan ealles tō swȳþe, and hāliġnessa syndan tō griðlēase wīde, and Godes hūs syndan tō clǣne berȳpte ealdra ġerihta and innan bestrȳpte ǣlċra ġerisena.  And wydewan syndan fornȳdde on unriht tō ċeorle, and tō mæneġe foryrmde and ġehȳnede swȳþe, and earme men syndan sāre beswicene and hrēowlīċe besyrwde and ūt of þysan earde wīde ġesealde, swȳþe unforworhte, fremdum tō ġewealde,  and cradolċild ġeþēowede þurh wælhrēowe unlaga for lȳtelre þȳfþe wīde ġynd þās þēode, and frēoriht fornumene and þrǣlriht ġenyrwde and ælmæsriht ġewanode; and, hrædest is tō cweþenne, Godes laga lāðe and lāra forsāwene.  And þæs wē habbað ealle þurh Godes yrre bysmor ġelōme, ġecnāwe se ðe cunne; and se byrst wyrð ġemǣne, þēh man swā ne wēne, eallre þysse þēode, būtan God beorge.\n For þām hit is on ūs eallum swutol and ġesēne þæt wē ǣr þysan oftor brǣcan þonne wē bēttan, and þȳ is þysse þēode fela onsǣġe.  Ne dohte hit nū lange inne ne ūte, ac wæs here and hunger, bryne and blōdgyte on ġewelhwylċan ende oft and ġelōme.  And ūs stalu and cwalu, strīċ and steorfa, orfcwealm and uncoþu, hōl and hete and rȳpera rēaflāc derede swȳþe þearle, and ūs unġylda swȳþe ġedrehtan, and ūs unwedera foroft wēoldan unwæstma.  For þām on þysan earde wæs, swā hit þinċan mæġ, nū fela ġēara unriht fela and tealte ġetrȳwða ǣġhwǣr mid mannum.  Ne bearh nū foroft ġesib ġesibban þe mā þe fremdan, ne fæder his bearne, ne hwīlum bearn his āgenum fæder, ne brōþor ōþrum; ne ūre ǣniġ his līf ne fadode swā swā hē scolde, ne ġehādode regollīċe, ne lǣwede lahlīċe.  Ac worhtan lust ūs tō lage ealles tō ġelōme, and nāþor ne hēoldan ne lāre ne lage Godes ne manna swā swā wē scoldan.  Ne ǣniġ wið ōþerne ġetrȳwlīċe þōhte swā rihte swā hē scolde, ac mǣst ǣlċ swicode and ōþrum derede wordes and dǣde, and hūru unrihtlīċe mǣst ǣlċ ōþerne æftan hēaweþ sceandlican onscytan, dō māre ġif hē mæġe.\n For þām hēr syn on lande unġetrȳwþa miċle for Gode and for worolde, and eac hēr syn on earde on mistliċe wīsan hlāfordswican maneġe.  And ealra mǣst hlāfordswice se bið on worolde þæt man his hlāfordes sāule beswīce, and ful miċel hlāfordswice ēac bið on worolde þæt man his hlāford of līfe forrǣde oððon of lande lifiendne drīfe; and ǣġþer is ġeworden on þysan earde:  Ēadweard man forrǣdde and syððan ācwealde and æfter þām forbærnde.  And godsibbas and godbearn tō fela man forspilde wīde ġynd þās þēode tōēacan ōðran ealles tō manegan þe man unscyldiġe forfor ealles tō wīde.  And ealles tō maneġe hāliġe stōwa wīde forwurdan þurh þæt þe man sume men ǣr þām ġelōgode, swā man nā ne scolde ġif man on Godes griðe mǣþe witan wolde.  And Cristenes folces tō fela man ġesealde ūt of þysan earde nū ealle hwīle; and eal þæt is Gode lāð, ġelȳfe se þe wille.  And scandliċ is tō specenne þæt ġeworden is tō wīde, and eġesliċ is tō witanne þæt oft dōð tō maneġe þe drēogað þā yrmþe, þæt scēotað tōgædere and āne cwenan ġemǣnum ċēape bicgað ġemǣne, and wið þā āne fȳlþe ādrēogað, ān æfter ānum and ǣlċ æfter ōðrum, hundum ġelīccast þe for fȳlþe ne scrīfað,  and syððan wið weorðe syllað of lande fēondum tō ġewealde Godes ġesceafte and his āgenne ċēap þe hē dēore ġebohte.\n Ēac wē witan ġeorne hwǣr sēo yrmð ġewearð þæt fæder ġesealde bearn wið weorþe and bearn his mōdor, and brōþor sealde ōþerne fremdum tō ġewealde; and eal þæt syndan miċle and eġeslīċe dǣda, understande se þe wille.  And ġīt hit is māre and ēac mæniġfealdre þæt dereð þysse þēode.  Mæniġe synd forsworene and swȳþe forlogene, and wed synd tōbrocene oft and ġelōme, and þæt is ġesȳne on þysse þēode þæt ūs Godes yrre hetelīċe onsit, ġecnāwe se þe cunne.\n And lā, hū mæġ māre scamu þurh Godes yrre mannum ġelimpan þonne ūs dēð ġelōme for āgenum ġewyrhtum?  Ðēh þrǣla hwylċ hlāforde ætlēape and of Cristendōme tō wīċinge weorþe, and hit æfter þām eft ġeweorþe þæt wǣpnġewrixl weorðe ġemǣne þeġene and þrǣle, ġif þrǣl þæne þeġen fullīċe āfylle, licge ǣġylde ealre his mǣġðe.  And ġif se þeġen þæne þrǣl þe hē ǣr āhte fullīċe āfylle, ġylde þeġenġylde.  Ful earhlīċe laga and scandlīċe nȳdġyld þurh Godes yrre ūs syn ġemǣne, understande se þe cunne, and fela unġelimpa ġelimpð þysse þēode oft and ġelōme.  Ne dohte hit nū lange inne ne ūte, ac wæs here and hete on ġewelhwilċan ende oft and ġelōme, and Engle nū lange eal siġelēase and tō swȳþe ġeyriġde þurh Godes yrre, and flotmen swā strange þurh Godes þafunge þæt oft on ġefeohte ān fēseð tȳne and hwīlum lǣs, hwīlum mā, eal for ūrum synnum.  And oft tȳne oððe twelfe, ǣlċ æfter ōþrum, scendað tō bysmore þæs þeġenes cwenan and hwīlum his dohtor oððe nȳdmāgan þǣr hē on lōcað þe lǣt hine sylfne rancne and rīċne and ġenōh gōdne ǣr þæt ġewurde.  And oft þrǣl þæne þeġen þe ǣr wæs his hlāford cnyt swȳþe fæste and wyrċð him tō þrǣle þurh Godes yrre.  Wā lā þǣre yrmðe and wā lā þǣre woroldscame þe nū habbað Engle, eal þurh Godes yrre.  Oft twēġen sǣmen oððe þrȳ hwīlum drīfað þā drāfe Cristenra manna fram sǣ tō sǣ ūt þurh þās þēode ġewelede tōgædre, ūs eallum tō woroldscame, ġif wē on eornost ǣniġe cūþon āriht understandan.  Ac ealne þæne bysmor þe wē oft þoliað wē ġyldað mid weorðscipe þām þe ūs scendað.  Wē him ġyldað singallīċe, and hȳ ūs hȳnað dæġhwāmlīċe.  Hȳ hergiað and hȳ bærnað, rȳpaþ and rēafiað and tō scipe lǣdað; and lā, hwæt is ǣniġ ōðer on eallum þām ġelimpum būtan Godes yrre ofer þās þēode, swutol and ġesǣne?\n Nis ēac nān wundor þēah ūs mislimpe, for þām wē witan ful ġeorne þæt nū fela ġēara menn nā ne rōhtan foroft hwæt hȳ worhtan wordes oððe dǣde, ac wearð þes þēodscipe, swā hit þinċan mæġ, swȳþe forsyngod þurh mæniġfealde synna and þurh fela misdǣda:  þurh morðdǣda and þurh māndǣda, þurh ġitsunga and þurh ġīfernessa, þurh stala and þurh strūdunga, þurh mannsylena and þurh hǣþene unsida, þurh swicdōmas and þurh searacræftas, þurh lahbryċas and þurh ǣswicas, þurh mǣġrǣsas and þurh manslyhtas, þurh hādbryċas and þurh ǣwbryċas, þurh sibleġeru and þurh mistliċe forliġru.  And ēac syndan wīde, swā wē ǣr cwǣdan, þurh āðbriċas and þurh wedbryċas and þurh mistliċe lēasunga forloren and forlogen mā þonne scolde, and frēolsbriċas and fæstenbryċas wīde ġeworhte oft and ġelōme.  And ēac hēr syn on earde apostatan ābroþene and ċyriċhatan hetole and lēodhatan grimme ealles tō maneġe, and oferhogan wīde godcundra rihtlaga and Cristenra þēawa, and hocorwyrde dysiġe ǣġhwǣr on þēode - oftost on þā þing þe Godes bodan bēodaþ and swȳþost on þā þing þe ǣfre tō Godes lage ġebyriað mid rihte.  And þȳ is nū ġeworden wīde and sīde tō ful yfelan ġewunan, þæt menn swȳþor scamað nū for gōddǣdan þonne for misdǣdan, for þām tō oft man mid hocere gōddǣda hyrweð and godfyrhte lehtreð ealles tō swȳþe;  and swȳþost man tǣleð and mid olle ġegrēteð ealles tō ġelōme þā þe riht lufiað and Godes eġe habbað be ǣnigum dǣle.  And þurh þæt þe man swā dēð þæt man eal hyrweð þæt man scolde herian and tō forð lāðet þæt man scolde lufian, þurh þæt man ġebringeð ealles tō maneġe on yfelan ġeþance and on undǣde, swā þæt hȳ ne scamað nā þēh hȳ syngian swȳðe and wið God sylfne forwyrċan hȳ mid ealle,  ac for īdelan onscytan hȳ scamað þæt hȳ bētan heora misdǣda, swā swā bēċ tǣċan, ġelīċe þām dwǣsan þe for heora prȳtan lēwe nellað beorgan ǣr hȳ nā ne magan, þēh hȳ eal willan.\n Hēr syndan þurh synlēawa, swā hit þinċan mæġ, sāre ġelēwede tō maneġe on earde.  Hēr syndan mannslagan and mǣġslagan and mæsserbanan and mynsterhatan; and hēr syndan mānsworan and morþorwyrhtan; and hēr syndan myltestran and bearnmyrðran and fūle forleġene hōringas maneġe; and hēr syndan wiċċan and wælcyrian; and hēr syndan rȳperas and rēaferas and woroldstrūderas and, hrædest is tō cweþenne, māna and misdǣda unġerīm ealra.  And þæs ūs ne scamað nā, ac þæs ūs scamað swȳþe þæt wē bōte āġinnan swā swā bēċ tǣċan, and þæt is ġesȳne on þysse earman forsyngodon þēode.  Ēalā, miċel magan maneġe ġȳt hērtōēacan ēaþe beþenċan þæs þe ān man ne mehte on hrædinge āsmēaġan, hū earmlīċe hit ġefaren is nū ealle hwīle wīde ġynd þās þēode.  And smēaġe hūru ġeorne ġehwā hine sylfne and þæs nā ne latiġe ealles tō lange.  Ac lā, on Godes naman wutan dōn swā ūs nēod is, beorgan ūs sylfum swā wē ġeornost magan þe lǣs wē ætgædere ealle forweorðan.\n Ān þēodwita wæs on Brytta tīdum, Gildas hātte.  Se āwrāt be heora misdǣdum hū hȳ mid heora synnum swā oferlīċe swȳþe God ġegræmedan þæt hē lēt æt nȳhstan Engla here heora eard ġewinnan and Brytta dugeþe fordōn mid ealle.  And þæt wæs ġeworden, þæs þe hē sǣde, þurh rīċra rēaflāc and þurh ġītsunge wōhgestrēona, ðurh lēode unlaga and þurh wōhdōmas, ðurh biscopa āsolcennesse and þurh lȳðre yrhðe Godes bydela þe sōþes ġeswugedan ealles tō ġelōme and clumedan mid ċeaflum þǣr hȳ scoldan clypian.  Þurh fūlne ēac folces gǣlsan and þurh oferfylla and mæniġfealde synna heora eard hȳ forworhtan and selfe hȳ forwurdan.  Ac utan dōn swā ūs þearf is, warnian ūs be swilċan; and sōþ is þæt iċ secge, wyrsan dǣda wē witan mid Englum þonne wē mid Bryttan āhwār ġehȳrdan.  And þȳ ūs is þearf miċel þæt wē ūs beþenċan and wið God sylfne þingian ġeorne.  And utan dōn swā ūs þearf is, ġebūgan tō rihte and be suman dǣle unriht forlǣtan and bētan swȳþe ġeorne þæt wē ǣr brǣcan.  And utan God lufian and Godes lagum fylġean, and ġelǣstan swȳþe ġeorne þæt þæt wē behētan þā wē fulluht underfēngan, oððon þā þe æt fulluhte ūre forespecan wǣran.  And utan word and weorc rihtlīċe fadian and ūre inġeþanc clǣnsian ġeorne and āð and wed wærlīċe healdan and sume ġetrȳwða habban ūs betwēonan būtan uncræftan.  And utan ġelōme understandan þone miċlan dōm þe wē ealle tō sculon, and beorgan ūs ġeorne wið þone weallendan bryne hellewītes, and ġeearnian ūs þā mǣrða and þā myrhða þe God hæfð ġeġearwod þām þe his willan on worolde ġewyrċað.  God ūre helpe. Amen.


Sanctes Petresburg - Wikipǣdia, sēo frēo wīsdōmbōc\n(Edlǣded of Sancta Petersburg)\nYmbe Sanctes Peterbyrig\nSanctes Petresburg (Russisc: Санкт-Петербу́рг) is Russlandes mæste burg æfter Moscoƿ, and hēo fīf þūsenda þūsenda onƿunendas. Hēo stent at Nefa Ēa mūþan and be þǣm Finnlandbyhte seo is Ōstsǣs earm. Ðēos burg is miclu hȳð for Russum for Ōstsǣs ceapunge.\nPetrus I Russena Cāsere staðolede Sanctes Petresburg in 1703 and nemnede hine æfter þǣm halgan of his agnum naman. Hēo ƿæs Petres Cāseres 'Ēgþyrl mid þǣm Ƿeste'. He brōhtede his cynestōl þisse ceaster ðan hēo ƿæs eall getimbrod.\nIn Petres ylde betƿeen 1713 and 1728, and ēac of 1732 oð 1918 ƿæs þēos ceaster Russlandes cāserlic hēafodstōl. In 1918 fōr se leodƿeard to Moscoƿ.\nTodæg is Sanctes Petresburg 'þoftscipes underþeod' in þǣm Russican rīce.\nIn 1914, gehƿyrfde Nicolas II Cāsere þǣre ceastre naman þe he bēo 'Petrograd' (Russisc: Петрогра́д) and in 1924 Gemōtscipe folgenas gehƿyrfde hine to Leningrad (Russisc: Ленингра́д) æfter hiera brego. In 1991 brōhtede se nīƿa leodƿeard eft his eald naman Sanctes Petresburg.\nFram "https://ang.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sanctes_Petresburg&oldid=192115" begeten\nByrig on Russum\nMan nīwanost wende þisne tramet on þǣre 20:47 tīde þæs 24 Ēastermōnaþ 2018.


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Cambihtere - Wikipǣdia, sēo frēo wīsdōmbōc\nCambihtere (on Nīƿum Enȝlisce hāteþ cockatoo) mæȝ ƿesan ǣniȝ þāra ān and tƿēntiȝa ȝecynda on þǣm sēo cnēoris Cacatuidae stent. Hīe sind ān þāra þreora cnōsla bleohfuȝola. Hīe ƿuniaþ mǣst on Australasie.\nMann cann hīe sōna oncnāƿan þurh heora cambas and hōcdu nebb. Hīe sind ȝeƿunelīce māran þonne ōðre bleohfuȝolas, þēah se cambihtuc, heora lǣsta fuȝol, is bemetendlīce læssa. Heora feðera sind oftost læs misblēod þonne þā feðera ōðerra bleohfuȝola.\nHeora ǣt stent on sǣdum, morum, ƿæstmum, blōtsmum, and ƿyrmum. Oft ƿuniaþ and etaþ hīe ætȝædere on ȝrēatum floccum, ānlīce þǣr hīe etaþ on ȝrunde. Hīe tēmaþ synderlīce mid ānum ƿīfe, and hīe ƿuniaþ on trēoƿa holȝum. Heora sume habbaþ ȝeƿorden lȳtlode fram lyre ēðles. Ōðre heora ƿuniaþ ƿel mid mannum.\nCambihteras sind folclīc hūsdēor, ac maniȝ ȝecynd heora sind earfoþ tō beȝīmenne. Cambihtucas sind ȝelīce þæt ēaðoste ȝecynd heora tō beȝīmenne, and þæs hīe sind folclīcost.\nFram "https://ang.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Cambihtere&oldid=171018" begeten\nLast edited on 2 Eastermonað 2013, at 02:47\nMan niwanost wende þisne tramet on þære 02:47 tide þæs 2 Eastermonað 2013.


Carl Fætta Francena Cyning - Wikipǣdia, sēo frēo wīsdōmbōc\nCarl Fætta Francena Cyning\nCarl Fǣtta (geboren þæs 13. dæges Ǣrran Līðan þæs 839. gēares - cƿæl þæs 13. þæs Æfterran Gēolan þæs 888. gēares) ƿæs se æftermesta cāsere þe rīcetede geānlǣht Francena rīce. Hē ƿæs sunsuna bearn Carles Micelan Francena Cyning.\nOn his līfe fēng hē tō fela cynedōma his ōðres ealdorfæderes rīces. Man geaf him dryhtscipe Alamonna þæs 876. gēares æfter þǣre bedǣlunge Ēastfrancena rīces, and hē fēng tō Ēotolƿare rīce siþþan his brōðer Carlmann Bægƿara forscrāh for brægnes sƿenge. Se VIII. Iohannes Pāpa sette hine to cyninge þæs 881. gēares, and hē fēng þæs nīehstan gēares tō þǣm rīcum Seaxena and Bægƿara, æfter his brēðer Hlōþƿīges Gingran dēaðe. Æfter his nīdmǣges þæs II. Carlmenn dēaðe þȳ 884. gēare fēng hē ēac tō Ƿestfrancena rīce, and þæs ƿæs Francena rīce eft geānlǣht.\nAc þæt rīce hraðe eft ƿæs tōdǣled æfter uphebbunge þe ƿæs gelǣdd fram his brōðorsuna Earnulfe on Ēastfrancena rīce. Hē abēah, and hraðe siþþan cƿæl hē for līchamlicum intingan.\nFram "https://ang.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Carl_Fætta_Francena_Cyning&oldid=203285" begeten\nLast edited on 11 Blotmonað 2021, at 15:49\nMan niwanost wende þisne tramet on þære 15:49 tide þæs 11 Blotmonað 2021.


Schulers Books (Beowulf - 4/101)\n- Beowulf - 4/101 -\nþäs þe him ýð-lâde eáðe wurdon. Þâ of wealle geseah weard Scildinga, 230 se þe holm-clifu healdan scolde, beran ofer bolcan beorhte randas, fyrd-searu fûslîcu; hine fyrwyt bräc môd-gehygdum, hwät þâ men wæron. Gewât him þâ tô waroðe wicge rîdan 235 þegn Hrôðgâres, þrymmum cwehte mägen-wudu mundum, meðel-wordum frägn: "Hwät syndon ge searo-häbbendra "byrnum werede, þe þus brontne ceól "ofer lagu-stræte lædan cwômon, 240 "hider ofer holmas helmas bæron? "Ic wäs ende-sæta, æg-wearde heóld, "þät on land Dena lâðra nænig "mid scip-herge sceððan ne meahte. "Nô her cûðlîcor cuman ongunnon 245 "lind-häbbende; ne ge leáfnes-word "gûð-fremmendra gearwe ne wisson, "mâga gemêdu. Næfre ic mâran geseah "eorla ofer eorðan, þonne is eówer sum, "secg on searwum; nis þät seld-guma 250 "wæpnum geweorðad, näfne him his wlite leóge, "ænlîc an-sýn. Nu ic eówer sceal "frum-cyn witan, ær ge fyr heonan "leáse sceáweras on land Dena "furður fêran. Nu ge feor-bûend, 255 "mere-lîðende, mînne gehýrað "ân-fealdne geþôht: ôfost is sêlest "tô gecýðanne, hwanan eówre cyme syndon."\nV. THE ERRAND.\nHim se yldesta andswarode, werodes wîsa, word-hord onleác: 260 "We synt gum-cynnes Geáta leóde "and Higelâces heorð-geneátas. "Wäs mîn fäder folcum gecýðed, "äðele ord-fruma Ecgþeów hâten; "gebâd wintra worn, ær he on weg hwurfe, 265 "gamol of geardum; hine gearwe geman "witena wel-hwylc wîde geond eorðan.-- "We þurh holdne hige hlâford þinne, "sunu Healfdenes, sêcean cwômon, "leód-gebyrgean: wes þu ûs lârena gôd! 270 "Habbað we tô þäm mæran micel ærende "Deniga freán; ne sceal þær dyrne sum "wesan, þäs ic wêne. Þu wâst, gif hit is, "swâ we sôðlice secgan hýrdon, "þät mid Scyldingum sceaða ic nât hwylc, 275 "deógol dæd-hata, deorcum nihtum "eáweð þurh egsan uncûðne nîð, "hýnðu and hrâ-fyl. Ic þäs Hrôðgâr mäg "þurh rûmne sefan ræd gelæran, "hû he frôd and gôd feónd oferswýðeð, 280 "gyf him ed-wendan æfre scolde "bealuwa bisigu, bôt eft cuman "and þâ cear-wylmas côlran wurðað; "oððe â syððan earfoð-þrage, "þreá-nýd þolað, þenden þær wunað 285 "on heáh-stede hûsa sêlest." Weard maðelode, þær on wicge sät ombeht unforht: "Æghwäðres sceal "scearp scyld-wîga gescâd witan, "worda and worca, se þe wel þenceð. 290 "Ic þät gehýre, þät þis is hold weorod "freán Scyldinga. Gewîtað forð beran "wæpen and gewædu, ic eów wîsige: "swylce ic magu-þegnas mîne hâte "wið feónda gehwone flotan eówerne, 295 "niw-tyrwedne nacan on sande "ârum healdan, ôð þät eft byreð "ofer lagu-streámas leófne mannan "wudu wunden-hals tô Weder-mearce. "Gûð-fremmendra swylcum gifeðe bið, 300 "þät þone hilde-ræs hâl gedîgeð." Gewiton him þâ fêran (flota stille bâd, seomode on sâle sîd-fäðmed scyp, on ancre fäst); eofor-lîc scionon ofer hleór-beran gehroden golde 305 fâh and fýr-heard, ferh wearde heóld. Gûðmôde grummon, guman onetton, sigon ätsomne, ôð þät hy säl timbred geatolîc and gold-fâh ongytan mihton; þät wäs fore-mærost fold-bûendum 310 receda under roderum, on þäm se rîca bâd; lixte se leóma ofer landa fela. Him þâ hilde-deór hof môdigra torht getæhte, þät hie him tô mihton gegnum gangan; gûð-beorna sum 315 wicg gewende, word äfter cwäð: "Mæl is me tô fêran; fäder alwalda "mid âr-stafum eówic gehealde "sîða gesunde! ic tô sæ wille, "wið wrâð werod wearde healdan."\nVI. BEÓWULF'S SPEECH.\n320 Stræt wäs stân-fâh, stîg wîsode gumum ätgädere. Gûð-byrne scân heard hond-locen, hring-îren scîr song in searwum, þâ hie tô sele furðum in hyra gryre-geatwum gangan cwômon. 325 Setton sæ-mêðe sîde scyldas, rondas regn-hearde wið þäs recedes weal, bugon þâ tô bence; byrnan hringdon, gûð-searo gumena; gâras stôdon, sæ-manna searo, samod ätgädere, 330 äsc-holt ufan græg: wäs se îren-þreát wæpnum gewurðad. Þâ þær wlonc häleð oret-mecgas äfter äðelum frägn: "Hwanon ferigeað ge fätte scyldas, "græge syrcan and grîm-helmas, 335 "here-sceafta heáp?-- Ic eom Hrôðgâres "âr and ombiht. Ne seah ic el-þeódige "þus manige men môdiglîcran. "Wên' ic þät ge for wlenco, nalles for wräc-sîðum, "ac for hige-þrymmum Hrôðgâr sôhton." 340 Him þâ ellen-rôf andswarode, wlanc Wedera leód word äfter spräc, heard under helme: "We synt Higelâces "beód-geneátas; Beówulf is mîn nama. "Wille ic âsecgan suna Healfdenes, 345 "mærum þeódne mîn ærende, "aldre þînum, gif he ûs geunnan wile, "þät we hine swâ gôdne grêtan môton." Wulfgâr maðelode (þät wäs Wendla leód, wäs his môd-sefa manegum gecýðed, 350 wîg and wîs-dôm): "ic þäs wine Deniga, "freán Scildinga frinan wille, "beága bryttan, swâ þu bêna eart, "þeóden mærne ymb þînne sîð ; "and þe þâ andsware ädre gecýðan, 355 "þe me se gôda âgifan þenceð." Hwearf þâ hrädlîce, þær Hrôðgâr sät, eald and unhâr mid his eorla gedriht; eode ellen-rôf, þät he for eaxlum gestôd Deniga freán, cûðe he duguðe þeáw. 360 Wulfgâr maðelode tô his wine-drihtne: "Her syndon geferede feorran cumene "ofer geofenes begang Geáta leóde: "þone yldestan oret-mecgas "Beówulf nemnað. Hy bênan synt, 365 "þät hie, þeóden mîn, wið þe môton "wordum wrixlan; nô þu him wearne geteóh, "þînra gegn-cwida glädnian, Hrôðgâr! "Hy on wîg-geatwum wyrðe þinceað "eorla geæhtlan; hûru se aldor deáh, 370 "se þæm heaðo-rincum hider wîsade."\nVII. HROTHGAR'S WELCOME.\nHrôðgâr maðelode, helm Scyldinga: "Ic hine cûðe cniht-wesende. "Wäs his eald-fäder Ecgþeó hâten, "þäm tô hâm forgeaf Hrêðel Geáta 375 "ângan dôhtor; is his eafora nu "heard her cumen, sôhte holdne wine. "þonne sägdon þät sæ-lîðende, "þâ þe gif-sceattas Geáta fyredon "þyder tô þance, þät he þrittiges 380 "manna mägen-cräft on his mund-grîpe "heaðo-rôf häbbe. Hine hâlig god "for âr-stafum us onsende, "tô West-Denum, þäs ic wên häbbe, "wið Grendles gryre: ic þäm gôdan sceal 385 "for his môd-þräce mâdmas beódan. "Beó þu on ôfeste, hât hig in gân, "seón sibbe-gedriht samod ätgädere; "gesaga him eác wordum, þät hie sint wil-cuman "Deniga leódum." Þâ wið duru healle 390 Wulfgâr eode, word inne âbeád: "Eów hêt secgan sige-drihten mîn, "aldor Eást-Dena, þät he eówer äðelu can "and ge him syndon ofer sæ-wylmas, "heard-hicgende, hider wil-cuman. 395 "Nu ge môton gangan in eówrum guð-geatawum, "under here-grîman, Hrôðgâr geseón; "lætað hilde-bord her onbidian, "wudu wäl-sceaftas, worda geþinges." Ârâs þâ se rîca, ymb hine rinc manig, 400 þryðlîc þegna heáp; sume þær bidon, heaðo-reáf heóldon, swâ him se hearda bebeád. Snyredon ätsomne, þâ secg wîsode under Heorotes hrôf; hyge-rôf eode, heard under helme, þät he on heoðe gestôd. 405 Beówulf maðelode (on him byrne scân, searo-net seówed smiðes or-þancum): "Wes þu Hrôðgâr hâl! ic eom Higelâces "mæg and mago-þegn; häbbe ic mærða fela "ongunnen on geogoðe. Me wearð Grendles þing 410 "on mînre êðel-tyrf undyrne cûð: "secgað sæ-lîðend, þät þes sele stande, "reced sêlesta, rinca gehwylcum "îdel and unnyt, siððan æfen-leóht "under heofenes hâdor beholen weorðeð. 415 "Þâ me þät gelærdon leóde mîne,\nBeowulf - 4/101


Bible (Early Wycliffe)/Þe firſt piſtle of Petre - Wikisource, the free online library\nBible (Early Wycliffe)/Þe firſt piſtle of Petre\n2387812Wycliffe's Bible — Þe firſt piſtle of Petre\nPetre, apoſtle of Jheſu Criſt, to þe choſen geſtis, or comelingis, of diſperſioun, or ſcateringe abrood, of Ponte, of Galaþie, of Capadoſie, of Aſye, and of Bitynye, vp þe preſcience, or bifore knowinge, of God, þe fadir, in to halewinge of þe ſpirit, in to obedience, and ſprengynge of þe blood of Jheſu Criſt, grace and pees to ȝou be multiplied. Bleſſid be God, and þe fadir of oure Lord Jheſu Criſt, þe which vp his greet mercy aȝen gendride vs in to quik hope, bi þe aȝen rijſyng of Jheſu Criſt fro deede men, in to heritage vncorruptible, and vndefoulid, and vnwelewable, þat ſhal not fade, kept in heuenes in ȝou, þat in þe vertu of God ben kept bi þe feiþ in to helþe, maad redy for to be ſhewid in þe laſt tyme. In which ȝe ſhulen ioye, if it bihoueþ now a litel for to be ſory in diuerſe temptaciouns; þat þe prouyng of ȝoure feiþ be miche preciouſer þan gold, þat is proued bi fijr; be it founde in to heriyng, and glory, and honour, in to þe reuelacioun of Jheſu Criſt. Whom whan ȝe han not ſeyn, ȝe louen; in to whom alſo now ȝe not ſeynge, bileuen; forſoþe ȝe bileuynge ſhulen haue ioye wiþ oute forþ in gladneſſe vnenarraable, þat mai not be told out, and glorified, bringynge aȝen þe ende of ȝoure feiþ, þe helþe of ȝoure ſoulis. Of whiche helþe profetes ſouȝten out, and enſerchiden, þat prophecieden of þe grace to comyng in ȝou, ſekinge which or what maner tyme þe ſpirit of Criſt ſignyfiede in hem, bifore tellinge þe paſſiouns, þat ben in Criſt, and latter glories. To whom it is ſhewid, for not to hem ſilf, ſoþeli to ȝou þei myniſtriden þo þingis, þat now ben told to ȝou bi hem þat euangelizeden to ȝou þe Holy Gooſt ſent fro heuene, in to whom aungels deſijren for to biholde. For whiche þing be ȝe gyrd þe leendes of ȝoure ſoule, ſobre, parfijt, hope in to þe ilke grace þat is offrid to ȝou in to þe reuelacioun, or ſhewinge, of Jheſu Criſt, as ſones of obedience, not to gydere liknyd to þe former deſijris of ȝoure ignoraunſe, but vp him þat clepid ȝou holy; þat and ȝoure ſilf be holy in al lyuynge; for it is write, Ȝe ſhulen be holy, for I am holy. And if ȝe inclepen him fadir, þe whiche wiþ oute accepcioun of perſonys demeþ vp þe werk of eche man, lyue ȝe in drede in tyme of ȝoure pilgrimage, or litel dwellinge in erþe; witinge þat not bi corruptible gold, or ſiluer, ȝe ben bouȝt aȝen of ȝoure veyn lyuynge of fadirs tradicioun, but bi þe precious blood of þe lomb vndefoulid and vnſpottid, Criſt Jheſu, bifore knowun ſoþeli bifore þe making of þe world, forſoþe ſhewid in þe laſte tymes, for ȝou, þat bi hym ben feiþful in God; þat reiſide him fro deede men, and ȝaf to him euerlaſtinge glory, þat ȝoure feiþ and hope were in God. Ȝe makinge chaaſt ȝoure ſoules in obedience of charite, in loue of briþerhed; of ſymple herte loue ȝe to gydre biſiloker; born aȝen, not of coruptible ſeed, but of vncoruptible, bi þe word of quike God, and dwellinge in to wiþ outen ende. For ech fleſch hay, and al þe glorie of it as flour of hey; þe hay drieþ vp, and his flour fel doun; forſoþe þe word of þe Lord dwelliþ in to wiþ outen ende. Soþeli þis is þe word, þat is euangelized to ȝou.\nTherfore puttinge awey al malice, and al gyle, and ſymulaciouns, or feynynges, and enuyes, and al detraccioun; as now gendrid ȝonge children, reſonable, wiþ out gyle, coueyte ȝe mylk, þat in it ȝe wexe in to helþe; if neþeles ȝe taaſtiden, for þe Lord is ſwete. To whom ȝe goynge nyȝe, a quyk ſtoon, reproued ſoþeli of men, forſoþe choſen of God, and honourid, and ȝoure ſilf as quike ſtoones be aboue bildid ſpiritual houſis, holy preſþod, for to offre ſpiritual hooſtes, or offringes, acceptable to God bi Jheſu Criſt. For which þing þe ſcripture holdiþ, Lo! I ſhal putte in Syon þe hiȝeſt ſtoon, corner ſtoon, choſen, precious; and he þat ſhal belieue in to him, ſhal not be confoundid. Þerfore honour to ȝou bileuynge; forſoþe to men not bileuynge, þe ſtoon whom þei bildynge reproueden, þis is maad in to þe heed of þe corner; and þe ſtoon of offencioun, or hirtynge, and ſtoon of ſclaundre, to hem þat offenden bi word, neþer bileuen, in which and þei ben put. Forſoþe ȝe ben a kynde choſun, kyngly preſþod, holy folk, puple of purchaſinge, þat ȝe telle þe vertues of him, þat clepide ȝou fro derkneſſes in to his wondirful liȝt. Þe whiche ſum tyme not þe puple of God, now ſoþeli þe puple of God; þe which not hauyng merſy, now forſoþe hauyng merſy. Mooſt dere, Y beſeche ȝou, as comelinges, or geſtes, and pilgrimes, for to abſtene ȝou fro fleſchly deſijris, þat fiȝten aȝens þe ſoule; hauynge ȝoure conuerſacioun, or lijf, good among heþen men, þat in þat þing þat þei bacbiten, or yuele treeten, of ȝou, as of myſdoers, þei biholdinge ȝou of good werkis, and glorifie God in þe dai of viſitacioun. Be ȝe ſuget to ech creature of man, for God; oþer to þe kyng, as precellent, or more worþi in ſtaat, oþer to dukis, as ſent of him to þe veniaunce of myſdedis, or myſdoeris, forſoþe to þe preyſinge of goode dedis, or goode men. For ſo is þe wille of God, þat ȝe doynge wel, make þe vnkunnyngneſſe of vnprudent men for to be doumb. As fre men, and not as hauynge fredom þe couering of malice, but as þe ſeruauntes of God. Honoure ȝe alle men, loue ȝe briþerhed, drede ȝe God, make ȝe þe kyng honourable. Seruauntes, be ȝe ſuget in al drede to lordis, not onely to goode and mylde, but alſo to tirauntes. Forſoþe þis is grace, if for conſcience of God ony man ſuffriþ ſorewes, or heuyneſſes, ſuffringe vniuſtly. Soþeli what grace is it, if ȝe ſynnynge and buffatid ſuffren? But if ȝe wel doynge ſuffren, þis is grace anentis God. Forſoþe in þis þing ȝe ben clepid. For Criſt ſuffride for vs, leuynge to ȝou enſaumple, þat ȝe folewe þe ſteppes of him. Þe which dide not ſynne, neþer gyle is founde in his mouþ. Which whan he was curſid, curſide not; whan he ſuffride, he manaſide not; ſoþeli he bitoke him to a man demynge him vniuſtly. Which he him ſilf ſuffride, or bar, oure ſynnes in his body on þe tree, þat we deede to ſynnes, lyue to riȝtwiſneſſe, bi whois wounde ȝe ben heelid. Forſoþe ȝe weren as ſheep erringe, but ȝe ben conuertid now to þe ſhepherde, and biſchop of ȝoure ſoulis.\nAlſo and wymmen be ſuget to her huſbondis; þat if ony bileuen not to þe word, bi þe conuerſacioun of wymmen be þei wonnen wiþ outen word, biholdinge in drede ȝoure holy conuerſacioun. Of þe whiche be not wiþ outforþ curious ournyng of heer, or doyng aboute of gold, or ournyng of cloþinge of veſtymentis; but þe ilke þat is þe hid man of herte, in vncorruptibilitie of quyete, or peſible, and mylde ſpirit, þe which is riche in þe ſiȝt of God. Soþeli ſo and holy wymmen hopinge in God, not in ournement of cloþinge ourneden, or maden clene, hem ſilf, ſuget to her owne huſbondes. As Sare obeſchide to Abraham, clepinge him lord; of whom ȝe ben douȝtres wel doynge, and not dredinge ony perturbacioun. Alſo men to gydere dwellinge, vp ſcience, or kunnynge, ȝeuynge honour to þe wommans veſſel, or body, as to þe more ſijk, as and to þe euene eyris of grace of lijf, þat ȝoure preyers ben not lettid. Forſoþe in feiþ alle of oon vndirſtondinge, or wille, in preyer be ȝe compacient, or eche ſuffring wiþ oþer, louers of fraternyte, merciful, mylde, meke; not ȝeldinge yuel for yuel, neþer curſyng for curſyng, but aȝenward bleſſyng; for in þis þing ȝe ben clepid, þat ȝe welde bleſſyng bi heritage. Forſoþe he þat wolde loue lijf, and ſee goode dayes, conſtreyne his tunge fro yuel, and his lijppis, þat þei ſpeke not gyle. Soþeli bowe he fro yuel, and do good; ſeke he pees, and parfijtly ſue it. For þe iȝen of þe Lord on iuſt men, and þe eres of him on þe preyeris of hem; forſoþe þe cheer of þe Lord on men doynge yuel þinges. And who is it þat ſhal noye to ȝou, if ȝe ſhulen be goode ſuers? But if ȝe ſuffren ony þing for riȝtwiſneſſe, ȝe ben bleſſid; ſoþeli drede ȝe not þe drede of hem, þat ȝe be not diſturblid. Forſoþe halewe ȝe þe Lord Criſt in ȝoure hertis, euermore redy to do ſatisfaccioun to eche man axinge ȝou reſoun of þat feiþ and hope þat is in ȝou, but wiþ myldeneſſe and drede, hauynge good conſcience; þat in þat þing þat þei bacbiten of ȝou, þei be confoundid, þe whiche chalengen falſli ȝoure good conuerſacioun in Criſt. Soþeli it is betere,if þe wille of God wole, ȝe wel doynge for to ſuffre, þan yuele doynge. For and Criſt oonys dyede for oure ſynnes, he iuſt for vniuſt, þat he ſhulde offre vs to God, maad deede ſoþeli in fleſch, forſoþe maad quike in ſpirit. In which þing and to hem þat weren cloſid to gydre in priſoun he comynge in ſþirit prechide; þe whiche weren ſumtyme vnbileueful, whan þei abiden þe pacience of God in þe dayes of Noe, whan þe ark, or ſchip, was maad, in which a fewe, þat is to ſeie, eiȝte ſoules ben maad ſaaf bi water. Þe which þing and baptym of lijk foorme makiþ vs ſaaf; not þe putting awey of fleſch of filþis, but þe axing of a good conſcience in to God, bi þe aȝenriſyng of oure Lord Jheſu Criſt, þat is in þe riȝþalf of God, he ſwolewinge deeþ, or deſtriyinge, þat we ſhulde be maad eyres of euerlaſtinge lijf; he gon in to heuen, aungels, and powers, and vertues, maad ſugettes to him.\nTherfore Criſt ſuffringe in fleſch, and be ȝe armed bi þe ſame þenking; for he þat ſuffride in fleſch ceeſiþ fro ſynnes, þat he lyue not now to þe deſijris of men, but to þe wille of God, þat is more of tyme in fleſch. Soþeli þe tyme paſſid is ynowȝ to þe wille of heþen men to be endid, þe whiche walkiden in leccheries, and deſijris, in miche drinkinge of wijn, ofte etyngis, drinkingis, and vnleeueful worſchepingis of ydolis. In whiche now þei ben a feerd on ech ſijde, in which þing þei wondren, ȝou to gydere not rennynge in to þe ſame confuſioun of leccherie, blasfemynge. Þe whiche ſhulen ȝiue reſoun to him, þat is redy to deme þe quike and deede. Soþeli for þis þing and to deede men it is euangelized, þat þei be demyd ſoþeli vp men in fleſch, ſoþeli þat þei lyue vp God in ſpirit. Forſoþe þe ende of alle þingis ſhal neiȝe. And ſo be ȝe prudent, and wake ȝe in preyers; bifore alle þingis forſoþe hauynge charite ech to oþer in ȝou ſilf algatis laſtinge; for charite coueriþ þe multitude of ſynnes, holdinge hoſpitalite to gydere wiþ outen grucchinge; ech man as he receyuede grace, myniſtringe it in to ech oþer, as goode diſpenderes of þe manyfolde grace of God. If ony man ſpekiþ, ſpeke he as þe wordes of God; if ony man myniſtriþ, as of þe vertu which God myniſtriþ; þat God be honourid in alle þingis bi Jheſu Criſt oure Lord, to whom is glory and lordſhip in to worldlis of worldlis. Amen. Mooſt dere, nyle ȝe go in pilgrimage in feruour, þat is maad to ȝou to temptacioun, as ony of newe þing bifalle to ȝou; but ȝe comunynge to þe paſſiouns of Criſt, haue ioye, þat and ȝe gladinge wiþ oute forþ, haue ioye in þe reuelacioun of his glory. If ȝe ben deſpiſid in þe name of Criſt, ȝe ſhulen be bleſſid; for þat þat is of þe glory and vertu of God, and þe ſpirit þat is his, reſtiþ on ȝou. Forſoþe no man of ȝou ſuffre as a manſleere, or þeef, or curſer, or a deſijrer of oþere mennus þingis; forſoþe if as a criſten men, ſhame he not, ſoþeli glorifie he God in þis name. For tyme is, þat doom bigynne at Goddis hous; ſoþeli if firſt of vs, what ende of hem, þat bileuen not to þe goſpel? And ſoþeli if a iuſt man vnneþe ſhal be ſaued, where ſhal þe vnpitous man and ſynner appeere? And ſo and þei þat ſuffren vp þe wille of God, bitaken her ſoulis in good dedis to þe feiþful maker of nouȝt.\nTherfore I, euene eldre, biſeche þe eldre men þat ben in ȝou, and I witneſſe of Criſtis paſſioun, which and comuner of þat glorye, þat is to be ſhewid in tyme to comynge. Fede ȝe þe flok of God, þat is in ȝou, purueiynge not conſtreynyngli, but wilfulli, vp God; not for grace, or loue, of foul wynnynge, but wilfully, neþer as hauynge lordſhipe in þe clergie, but maad foorme, or enſaumple, of þe flok, and of inwit. And whan þe prince of ſhiperdis ſhal apeere, ȝe ſhulen receyue þe vnwelewable crowne of glory, or þat ſhal neuere faade. Alſo, ȝe ȝonge men, be ȝe ſuget to eldre men, forſoþe ſchewe ȝe alle to gydere mekeneſſe; for þe Lord wiþſtondiþ proude men, forſoþe he ȝiueþ grace to meke men. Þerfore be ȝe mekid vndir þe miȝty hond of God, þat he reiſe ȝou in þe day of viſitacioun, ȝe caſtinge in to him al ȝoure biſyneſſe, for to him is cure of ȝou. Be ȝe ſobre, and wake ȝe, for ȝoure aduerſarie, þe deuel, as a roryng lyoun goiþ aboute, ſekinge whom he ſhal deuoure. To whom aȝenſtonde ȝe, ſtronge in feiþ, witynge þe ſame paſſioun for to be to þe ilke ȝoure briþerhed, þat is in þe world. Forſoþe God of alle grace, þat clepide in to his euerelaſtinge glorye, ȝou ſuffringe a litel, he ſhal parforme, conferme, and make ſad. To him glory and lordſchip, in to worldlis of worldlis. Amen. Bi Siluane, a feiþful broþer to ȝou as I deme, I wroot ſhortly; biſechinge, and witneſſinge þis for to be þe verrey grace of God, in whiche ȝe ſtonden. Þe chirche þat is gederid in Babyloyne gretiþ ȝou wel, and Markus, my ſone. Grete ȝe wel to gydere in holy coſſe. Grace be to ȝou alle þat ben in Criſt. Amen.\nHere endiþ þe firſte piſtle of Petir, and here bigynneþ þe ſecounde.\nRetrieved from "https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Bible_(Early_Wycliffe)/Þe_firſt_piſtle_of_Petre&oldid=7140973"


Blickling Homily X - The End of the World is near\nEala men ða leofostan, hwæt we sceolan geðencean þæt we ne lufian to swyþe þæt þæt we forlæton sceolan, ne þæt huru ne forlætan to swiþe þæt we ecelice habban sceolan.\nGeseo we nu forgeorne þæt nænig man on worlde toðæs mycelne welan nafað, ne toðon modelico gestreon her on worlde þæt se on medmycclum fyrste to ende ne cume, & þæt eall forlæteð þæt him ær her on worlde wynsumlic wæs, & leofost to agene & to hæbbene; & se man næfre toðon leof ne bið his nehmagum & his worldfreondum, ne heora nán hine to þæs swiþe ne lufað þæt he sona syþþan ne sý onscungend, seoþþan se lichoma & se gast gedælde beoþ, & þincð his neawist laþlico & unfæger.\nNis þæt nan wundor; hwæt biþ hit la elles buton flæsc seoððan se ecea dæl ofbiþ, þæt is seo sawl? hwæt biþ la elles seo láf buton wyrma mete? Hwær beoþ þonne his welan & his wista? hwær beoð þonne his wlencea & his anmedlan? hwær beoþ þonne his idlan gescyrplan? hwær beoþ ðonne þa glengeas & þa mycclan gegyrelan þe he Iþone lichoman ær mid frætwode? hwær cumaþ þonne his willan & his fyrenlustas ðe he her on worlde beeode? Hwæt he þonne sceal mid his saule anre Gode ælmihtigum riht agyldan, ealles þæs þe he her on worlde to wommum gefremede.\nMagon we nun geheran [secg]gean be [sumum welegum men ] & worldricum; ahte he on þysse worlde mycelne welan & swiðe modelico gestreon & manigfealde, & on wynsumnesse lifde.\nÞa gelamp him þæt his líf wearð geendod, & færlic ende onbecom þisses lænan lifæs; þa wæs his néhmaga sum & his worldfreonda þæt hine swyþor lufode þonne ænig oþor man, he þa for þære langunga & for þære geomrunga þæs oþres deaþes leng on þam lande gewunian ne mihte; ac he unrotmód of his cyþþe gewát & of his earde, & on þæm lande feala wintra wunode, & him næfre seo langung ne geteorode, ac hine swiþe gehyrde & þreade.\nÞa ongan hine eft langian on his cyþþe, forþon þæt he wolde geseon eft & sceawian þa byrgenne, hwylc se wære þe he oft ær mid wlite & mid wæstmum fægerne m[…. ] geseah; him þa tocleopodan þæs deadan bán, & þus cwædon, 'Forhwon come þu hider us to sceawigenne?\nNu þu miht her geseon moldan dæl & wyrmes láfe, þær þu ær gesawe godweb mid golde gefagod. Sceawa þær nu dust & dryge bán, þær þær þu ær gesawe æfter flæsclicre gecynde fægre leomu on to seonne. Eala þu freond & mín mæg, gemyne þis & ongyt þe sylfne, þæt þu eart nu þæt ic wæs ió; & þu byst æfter fæce þæt ic nu eom; gemyne þis & oncnaw þæt mine welan þe ic ió hæfde syndon ealle gewitene & gedrorene, & mine herewíc syndon gebrosnode & gemolsnode. Ac onwend þe to þe sylfum & þine heortan to ræde gecyr & geearna þæt þine bena sýn Gode ælmihtigum andfenge.'\nHe þa swa geomor, & swa gnorngende, gewát from þære dustsceawunga & hine þa onwende from ealre þisse worlde begangum, & he ongan godes lof leornian & þæt læran, & þæt gastlice mægen lufian; & þurh þæt geearnode him þa gife Haliges Gastes, & eac þæs oþres saule of wítum generede, & of tintregum alesde.\nMagon we þonne, men þa leofestan, us þis to gemyndum habban, & þás bysene on urum heortum staþelian, þæt we ne seolan lufian worlde glengas to swiþe ne þysne middangeard; forþon þe þeos world is eall forwordenlic & gedrofenlic & gebrosnodlic & feallendlic, & þeos world is eall gewiten .\nUton we þonne geornlice geþencean & oncnawan be þyses middangeardes fruman, þa he ærest gesceapen wæs, þa wæs he ealre fægernesse full, & he wæs blowende on him sylfum on swyþe manigfealdre wynsumnesse, & on þa tíd wæs mannum leóf ofor eorþan, & halwende & héal smyltnes wæs ofor eorþan, & sibba genihtsumnes, & tuddres æþelnes; & þes middangeard wæs on þa tíd toþon fæger & toþon wynsumlic , þæt he teah men to him þurh his wlite & þurh his fægernesse & wynsumnesse fram þon ælmihtegan Gode; & þa he þus fæger wæs & þus wynsum, þa wisnode he on Cristes haligra heortum, & is nu on urum heortum blowende swa hit gedafen is.\nNu is æghwonon hream & wóp, nu is heáf æghwonon, & sibbe tolesnes, nu is æghwonon yfel & slege, & æghwonon þes middangeard flyhþ from us mid mycelre biternesse, & we him fleondum fylgeaþ & hine feallendne lufiaþ.\nHwæt we on þam gecnawan magon þæt þeos world is scyndende & heononweard.\nUton we þonne þæs geþencean, þa hwile þe we magon moton, þæt we us georne to gode þydon.\nUton urum Drihtne hyran georne, & him þancas secggan ealra his geofena, & ealra his miltsa, & ealra his eaðmódnessa & fremsumnessa þe he wiþ us æfre gecyþde, þæm heofonlican Cininge þe leofað & rixaþ on worlda world áá buton ende on ecnesse. AMEN


Rip Van Winkel - The Anglish Wiki\nÞe following tale was fund among þe writs of þe late Diedrich Knickerbocker, and old her of New York, hoo was full of wunder for þe Duce stear of þe rice, and þe wons of þe afterbares from its form settelers. His delfings into yore, huwefer, did not lie sow muce amung books as amung men; for þe former ar iyfully scort on his dearest antimbers; whareas he fund þe old borowers, and still more hir wifes, rice in þat talesum lore sow dear to trew stear. Whenefer, þarefore, he came upon a trew Duce maiþ, titely scut up in its neþerroofed irþhuse, under a spredding knapwood, he looked upon it as a littel clasped book of blackstaff, and conned it wiþ þe ellen of a bookworm.\nÞe utecum of all þese delfings was a stear of þe rice bin þe weeld of þe Duce, whice he þruced sum years sinse. Þare haf ben sundry weenings as to þe strengþ of writing in his werk, and, to tell þe trewþ, it is not a whit better þan it scood be. Its main werþ is its careful sooþfastness, whice indeed was a littel frained on its first þrucing, but has sinse ben fully setteled; and it is nuw unned in to all stearhoards as a book of unfrainenly alderdom.\nÞe old her swelted scortly after þe þrucing of his werk; and nuw þat he is ded and gon, it cannot do muce harm to his min to say þat his time mite haf ben muce better spent in waitier swinks. He, huwefer, was pat to ride his lake in his own way; and þaw it did nuw and þen kick up þe dust a littel in þe iyes of his naybers, and teen þe goast of sum frends, for hoom he felt þe trewest yeelding and fondness, yet his laiters are munned “more in sawrow þan er,” and it begins to be reasowed þat he nefer etteled to woond or greem. But huwefer his min may be held by deemers, it is still held dear by meny folks hoos good standing is well werþ hafing; hure by sundry bakers, hoo haf gon sow far as to inþruce his likeness on hir new year kices; and haf þuss yeafen him a bire for undeþscildiness, almost efen to þe being stampt on a Waterloo glendge, or a Cween Anns farþing.\nHooefer has made a fare up þe Hudson must mimmer þe Kaatskill barows. Hie ar a toliþed buw of þe grate maiþ of Appalace, and ar seen away to þe west of þe ea, swelling up to an aþel hiþe, and lording it ofer þe scire umb. Efery wend of tide, efery wend of weþer, indeed, efery stund of þe day, brings abute sum wend in þe bewicing hews and scapes of þese barows, and hie ar held by all þe good wifes, far and near, as fulframed weþerglasses. When þe weþer is fair and setteled, hie are cloþed in hewn and base, and þruce hir bold utelines on þe lutter efening heafens; but sumtimes, when þe lafe of þe landscip is cludeless, hie will gaþer a hood of gray mists abute hir peaks, whice, in þe last beams of þe setting sun, will glow and lite up like a wolderbee.\nAt þe foot of þese elfen barows, þe farer may haf made ute þe lite smoke rising up from a þorp, of grate eld, hafing ben onstelled by sum of þe Duce settelers in þe erly times of þe rice, rite abute þe beginning of þe weeld of þe good Peter Stuyvesant (may he rest in friþ!), and þere wer sum of þe huses of þe form settelers standing wiþin a few years, bilt of small yellow tiles brawt from Holland, hafing hirdeled windows and forked fores, topt wiþ weþercocks.\nIn þat ilk þorp and in won of þese ilk huses (whice, to tell þe hole trewþ, was sadly timeworn and weþerbeaten), þare lifed, meny years sinse, while þe land was yet under þe weeld of Grate Britten, an afold, kindly fellow, of þe name of Rip Van Winkel. He was an afterbare of þe Van Winkels hoo sow knitily tokened þe days of Peter Stuyvesant, and lasted him to þe umbsetting of Fort Kristina. He erfed, huwefer, but littel of þe fiting erd of his forebares. Ice haf ayetted þat he was an afold, kindly man; he was, moreofer, a kind nayber, and a hearsum, henpecked ware. Indeed, to þe latter umbstandness mite be owing þat sceepisceness of goast whice yat him suce far reacing lise; for þose waremen ar pat to be þewisce and þwearsum abrod, hoo ar under þe þewing of screws at home. Hir moods, tweeless, ar made bendsum and yeelding in þe firy kiln of husehold swence; and a bedside whipping is werþ all þe lorespells in þe werld for teacing þe þews of þild and longmoodness. A wroþ wife may, þarefore, in sum ways, be þawt a þolenly blessing; and if so, Rip Van Winkel was þrise blest.\nWiss it is þat he was full dear amung all þe good wifes of þe þorp, hoo, as is wont wiþ þe fairer hoad, wreþied him in all husehold flites; and nefer trucked, whenefer hie talked þose þings ofer in hir efening gossippings, to lay all þe wite on Lady Van Winkel. Þe cildren of þe þorp, too, wood roop wiþ win whenefer he drew near. He helped at hir games, made hir playþings, tawt hem to fly kites and scoot stones, and told hem long tales of goasts, wices, and Indiscemen. Whenefer he went walking abute þe þorp, he was beclipt by a hoose of hem, hanging on his scirts, clambering on his back, and playing a þusand prats on him wiþ freedom; and not a dog wood bark at him þroute þe nayberhood.\nÞe grate layter in Rips being was an unclimbenly loaþing of all kinds of behofeful werk. It cood not be for lack of care or singaleness; for he wood sit on a wet rock, wiþ a rod as long and hefy as a Tartars spear, and fisce all day wiþute a whoaster, efen þaw he scood not be beelded by a lone bite. He wood bare a fuling gun on his scolder for stunds togeþer, stamping þro woods and sluws, and up hill and dune dale, to scoot a few oakwerns or wild dufes. He wood nefer wiþhold filst from a nayber efen in þe ruffest swink, and was a foremost man in all upland merrimakes for scucking Indisce corn, or bilding stone edders; þe wifemen of þe þorp, too, often brawt him in to run hir errands, and to do suce littel small werks as hir less willing wares wood not do for hem. In a werd, Rip was reddy to besee enyboddies bisiness but his own; but as to doing maiþ werk, and keeping his irþ in good hoad, he fund it unmitely.\nIn trewþ, he maþeled it was of now boot to werk on his irþ; it was þe most coaþed littel deal of grund in þe hole land, eferyþing abute it went wuw, his swink notwiþstanding. His edders wer always falling to bits; his cuw wood iþer forfare, or yet amung þe coles; weeds wer wiss to grow cwicker in his feelds þan enywhare else; þe rain always seemed to settel in rite as he had sum utedore werk to do; sow þat þaw his faþers eþel had dwindeled away under his care, aker by aker, hent þare was littel more left þan a small plot of Indisce corn and erþappels, it was yet þe werst kept irþ in þe nayberhood.\nHis cildren, too, wer as reeþ and wild as if hie belonged to noboddy. His son Rip, a cit beyetten in his own likeness, seemed set to erfe þe wons, wiþ þe old cloþes, of his faþer. He was often seen clopping like a colt at his moþers heels, yared in won of his faþers þrown off brices, whice he had muce ado to hold up wiþ won hand, as a hend lady doþ her weed in bad weþer.\nRip Van Winkel, huwefer, was won of þose winfast sowls, of hieless, sweet costs, hoo nim þe werld eaþ, eat white bred or brune, whicefer can be yat wiþ least þawt or ado, and wood raþer starfe on a penny þan werk for a pund. If left to himself, he wood haf whisteled life away in fulframed cweem; but his wife kept unyeeldingly dinning in his ears abute his idelness, his carelessness, and þe wrake he was bringing on his maiþ. Morning, noon, and nite, her tung was unendingly gowing, and eferyþing he sed or did was wiss to bring abute a flud of husehold wit. Rip had but won way of ansering to all cidings in kind, and þat, by often note, had grown into a sid. He reared his scolders, scook his hed, þrew up his iyes, but sed noþing. Þiss, huwefer, always brawt dune a fresce hail from his wife; sow þat he was fain to draw off his hooses, and nim to þe uteside of þe huse—þe only side whice, in trewþ, belongs to a henpecked ware.\nRips lone þoft at home was his dog Wolf, hoo was as muce henpecked as his master; for Lady Van Winkel held hem as fellows in idelness, and efen looked upon Wolf wiþ an efel iye, as þe inting of his masters sow often forfaring. Trew it is, in all ords of goast befitting an uprite dog, he was as duty a dere as efer hunted þe woods—but what beeld can wiþstand þe efeldoing and albesetting brows of a wifemans tung? Þe britom Wolf infared þe huse his brest fell, his tail dropt to þe grund or kerled between his scanks, he snuck abute wiþ a gallows whiþ, þrowing meny a sidelong look at Lady Van Winkel, and at þe least scake of a broomstick or ladel he wood fly to þe dore wiþ a yelping speed.\nTimes grew werse and werse wiþ Rip Van Winkel as years of wedlock wharfed on; a sure mood nefer mellows wiþ eld, and a scarp tung is þe only edged tool þat grows keener wiþ note. For a long while he frefered himself, when drifen from home, by neesing a kind of eferlasting fellowscip of þe wises, uþewits and oþer idel folk of þe þorp, whice held its meetings on a bence before a small inn, tokened by a ruddy meeting of His Hieness Yergen þe þird. Here hie often sat in þe scade þro a long, idel summers day, talking listlessly ofer þorp gossip, or telling endless, sleepy tales abute noþing. But it wood haf ben werþ eny weelders yeeld to haf herd þe deep mootings þat sumtimes befell, when at unset stefen an old tidewrit fell into hir hands from sum wayfarer. Huw sternly hie wood listen to its werds, as drawled ute by Derrick Van Bummel, þe teacer, a neat, lerned littel ware, hoo was not to be fased by þe most ettinisce deal of þe werdbook; and huw wisely hie wood þred upon befallings ute in þe werld sum monþs after hie had befallen.\nÞe weenings of þiss ring wer fully stered by Nickolas Vedder, a hiefaþer of þe þorp, and landlord of þe inn, at þe dore of whice he sat from morning hent nite, scriþing only enuff to miþe þe sun and keep in þe scade of a grate tree; sow þat þe naybers cood tell þe stund by his scriþings as if by a daymeal. It is trew he was seldom herd to speak, but smoked his pipe unendingly. His followers, huwefer (for efery grate man has his followers), understood him fulframedly, and knew huw to gaþer his weenings. When enyþing þat was red or told miscweemed him, he was seen to smoke his pipe aferly, and to send forþ scort, oft, and wroþ puffs; but when cweemed, he wood breaþe in þe smoke slowly and hoderly, and let it ute in lite and friþful cludes; and sumtimes, nimming þe pipe from his muþe, and letting þe smellsum smoke kerl abute his nose, wood swerely nod his hed in token of fulframed lofe.\nFrom efen þiss stronghold þe yoomer Rip was at lengþ beaten by his wroþ wife, hoo wood brake in at wonse upon þe hoderness of þe meeting and cie þe fellows all to nawt; nor was þat hend leed, Nickolas Vedder himself, hallowed from þe daring tung of þiss iyful sceeldmaid, hoo begreeded him uterite of beelding her ware in his sids of idelness.\nArm Rip was at last whitteled almost to wanhope; and his only paþ, to atwind from þe swink of þe irþ and din of his wife, was to nim gun in hand and stride away into þe woods. Here he wood sumtimes seat himself at þe foot of a tree, and scare þe inholdings of his seed wiþ Wolf, wiþ hoom he midþoled as a fellow þrower in ite. “Arm Wolf,” he wood say, “þy lady leads þee a dogs life of it; but nefer mind, my knafe, whilst ice lif þuw scalt nefer lack a frend to stand by þee!” Wolf wood waw his tail, look wistfully in his masters anlet; and, if dogs can feel rewþ, ice trewly belefe he foryeelded þe feeling wiþ all his hart.\nIn a long wander of þe kind on a good harfest day, Rip had unknowingly clumb to won of þe hiest deals of þe Kaatskill Barows. He was after his dearest lake of oakwern scooting, and þe still alonenesses had luded ayen and ayen wiþ þe rake of his gun. Orþing and weary, he þrew himself, late in þe afternoon, on a green knoll, scruded wiþ barow worts, þat topt þe bruw of a cliff. From an opening between þe trees he cood oferlook all þe neþer scire for meny a mile of rice woodland. He saw at a farl þe lordly Hudson, far, far beneaþ him, flowing on its still but þromfast paþ, wiþ þe glasses of a base clude, or þe sail of a scip forslowed, here and þare sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in þe hewn hielands.\nOn þe oþer side he looked dune into a deep barow glen, wild, lonely, and ruff, þe bottom filled wiþ stices from þe rising cliffs, and hardly lited by þe glassed beams of þe setting sun. For sum time Rip lay poring on þiss site; efening was stepwise nearing; þe barows began to þrow hir long hewn scaddows ofer þe deens; he saw þat it wood be dark long before he cood reace þe þorp, and he heafed a hefy sie when he þawt of yaining þe brows of Lady Van Winkel.\nAs he was abute to climb dune, he herd a stefen from a farl, rooping: “Rip Van Winkel! Rip Van Winkel!” He looked umb, but cood see noþing but a crow in its lonely flite þwares þe barow. He þawt his mind must haf belirted him, and went ayen to climb dune, when he herd þe ilk roop ring þro þe still efening lift: “Rip Van Winkel! Rip Van Winkel!” At þe ilk time Wolf bristeled up his back, and yeafing a deep grule, stalked to his masters side, looking fearfully dune into þe glen. Rip nuw felt unsuttel misyeafings stealing ofer him; he looked angly in þe ilk way, and ayetted a ferly ansen swinking up þe rocks, and bending under þe wait of sumþing he bore on his back. He was þunderstricken to see eny leed in þiss lonly and unneesed sted; but weening it to be sum man of þe nayberhood in need of his filst, he sped dune to yeeld it. On drawing nearer he was still more stricken at þe sundriness of þe cummers ansen. He was a scort, stocky old fellow, wiþ þick buscy hair, and a hoary beard. His cloþing was of þe fern Duce kind: a cloþ hackel strapt umb þe waist—meny sets of brices, þe uter won of grate roomþ, agraiþed wiþ rows of knaps dune þe sides, and cruded in þe knees. He bore on his scolder a hefy tun, þat seemed full of drink, and made tokens for Rip to nie and filst him wiþ þe load. Þaw raþer scy and mistrowing of his new cooþer, Rip yeelded wiþ his wonly ellen; and helping eace oþer, hie clambered up a narow cluff, seemingly þe dry bed of a barow stream. As hie clumb, Rip efery nuw and þen herd long, ringing ludes, like farlen þunder, þat seemed to cum ute of a deep crack, or raþer cleft, between hie up rocks, toward whice hir ruff paþ led. He stalled for a britom, but weening it to be þe muttering of won of þose fleeting þunderscures whice often befall in barow hiþes, he went on. Faring þro þe cluff, hie came to a hollow, like a small wafingstow, beclipt by uprite cliffs, ofer þe brinks of whice leaning trees scot hir buws, sow þat man only fanged peeps of þe hewn hefen and þe brite efening clude. Bin þe hole time Rip and his siþer had swunk on wiþute werds; for þaw þe former wundered grately what cood be þe grunds for baring a tun of drink up þiss wild barow, þere was yet sumþing ferly and unonyettenly abute þe unknown, þat tended iye and held cooþness.\nOn infaring þe room, new þings of wunder scowed hemselfes. On a flat stow in þe middel was a fellowscip of ferly looking leeds playing at ninepins. Hie wer cloþed in a selcooþ, utelandisce way; sum wore scort scirts, oþers hackels, wiþ long knifes in hir belts, and most of hem had widegale brices, of like make to þat of þe lattews. Hir ansens, too, were ferly; won had a grate beard, brod anlet, and small piggisce iyes; þe anlet of anoþer seemed to be made up holely of nose, and was topt by a white toplike hat, set off wiþ a littel red cockstail. Hie all had beards, of sundry scapes and hews. Þare was won hoo seemed to be þe leader. He was a stocky old her, wiþ a weþerbeaten ansen; he wore a þredded scirt, brod belt and hinger, hiecocked hat and feþer, red stockings, and hieheeled scews, wiþ roses in hem. Þe hole set brawt to Rips mind þe leeds in an old Flemisce meeting, in þe sittingroom of Dominie Van Shaick, þe þorp preest, and whice had ben brawt ofer from Holland at þe time of setteling.\nWhat seemed hure ferly to Rip was, þat þese were suttely playing, yet hie kept þe sternest anlets, þe most runy roo, and wer, wiþall, þe most unbliþe hoose of game he had efer witnessed. Noþing broke þe stillness of þe setting but þe lude of þe balls, whice, whenefer hie were þrown, eftluded along þe barows like ringing þunder.\nAs Rip and his siþer nied hem, hie stopt hir play at wonse, and stared at him wiþ suce a fastened, graftlike iye, and suce ferly, dull, uncooþ anlets, þat his hart went wiþin him, and his knees smote togeþer. His siþer nuw emtied þe drink from þe tun into grate steaps, and made tokens to him to þew on þe hoose. He did sow wiþ fear and cwafering; hie cwaffed þe drink in deep stillness, and þen went back to hir game.\nBy steps Rips iye and misyeafings alaid. He efen went sow far, when now iye was fastened upon him, to smack þe drink, whice he fund had muce of þe smack of from Hollands. He was meanly a þirsty sowl, and was soon costened to nim þe draft ayen. Won smack brawt abute anoþer; and he edledged his neesings to þe steap sow often þat at lengþ his anyets wer oferþrown, his iyes swam in his hed, his hed slowly fell, and he fell into a deep sleep.\nOn waking, he fund himself on þe green knoll whense he had first seen þe old man of þe glen. He gnided his iyes—it was a brite sunny morning. Þe birds wer hopping and twittering amung þe busces, and þe ern was wheeling alift,, and bresting þe lutter barow whiþ. “Wisly,” þawt Rip, “ice haf not slept here all nite.” He munned þe befallings before he fell asleep. Þe ferly man wiþ a tun of drink—þe barow cluff—þe wild hollow amung þe rocks—þe wowbegon hoose at ninepins—þe steap—”O! þat steap! þat wicked steap!” þawt Rip,— “what loading scall ice yeafe to Lady Van Winkel?”\nHe looked abute for his gun, but insted of þe clean, wellkept fuling gun, he fund an old firelock lying by him, þe spute scruded by rust, þe lock falling off, and þe stock wirmeaten. He nuw weened þat þe stern gamers of þe barows had played a prat on him, and, hafing filled him wiþ drink, had stolen his gun. Wolf, too, had swinded, but he mite haf run off after an oakwern or feeldhen. He whisteled after him, and rooped his name, but all for nawt; þe barows edledged his whistel and roop, but now dog was to be seen. He made up his mind to edneese þe setting of last efenings play, and if he met wiþ eny of þe hoose, to nim back his dog and gun. As he rose to walk, he fund himself stiff in þe liþs, and lacking his wonly lifeliness. “Þese barow beds do not þwear wiþ me,” þawt Rip, “and if þiss scood lay me up wiþ a fit of stiffness, ice scall haf a blessed time wiþ Lady Van Winkel.” Wiþ sum hardscip he yat dune into þe glen: he fund þe cluff up whice he and his siþer had clumb þe forn efening; but to his masing a barow stream was nuw foaming dune it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling þe glen wiþ babbeling whoasters. He, huwefer, made scift to clamber up its sides, werking his swinkful way þro þickets of birce, weedtree, and wicehasel, and sumtimes felled or fanged by þe wild winetrees þat twisted hir þreds and lines from tree to tree, and spred a kind of netwerk in his paþ.\nAt lengþ he rawt to whare þe cluff had opened þro þe cliffs to þe wafingstow; but now spores of suce opening wer þare. Þe rocks scowed a hie, unborenly wall, ofer whice þe flud came tumbeling in a sceet of feþery foam, and fell into a brod deep meal, black from þe scaddows of þe beclipping wold. Here, þen, arm Rip was brawt to a stand. He ayen cied and whisteled after his dog; he was ansered only by þe cawing of a flock of idel crows, laking hie in þe lift abute a dry tree þat oferhung a sunny cliff; and hoo, sicker in hir hiþe, seemed to look dune and heen þe arm mans masings. What was to be don? þe morning was whitteling away, and Rip felt emty for lack of his breckfast. He morned to yeafe up his dog and gun; he dredded to meet his wife; but it wood not do to starfe amung þe barows. He scook his hed, scoldered þe rusty firelock, and, wiþ a hart full of swence and angness, went his steps homeward.\nAs he nied þe þorp he met meny folk, but non hoom he knew, whice sumwhat starteled him, for he had þawt himself cooþ wiþ efery man in þe scire umb. Hir cloþing, too, was of a sundry kind from þat to whice he was wont. Hie all stared at him wiþ efen marks of wunder, and whenefer hie put hir iyes upon him, unmissly stroked hir cins. Þe edledging of þiss made Rip, unþinkingly, to do þe ilk, when, to his masing, he fund his beard had grown a foot long!\nHe had nuw infared þe edges of þe þorp. A hoose of selcooþ cildren ran at his heels, rooping after him, and looking at his gray beard. Þe dogs, too, not won of hoom he acknowed as his old frend, barked at him as he went. Þe þorp itself was went; it was grater and more befolked. Þare wer rows of huses whice he had nefer seen before, and þose whice had ben his cooþ abodes had swinded. Uncooþ names wer ofer þe dores—uncooþ anlets wer at þe iydores—eferyþing was uncooþ. His mind nuw misyafe him; he began to twee wheþer boþe he and þe werld abute him wer not bewiced. Wisly þiss was his inborn þorp, whice he had left but þe day before. Þare stood þe Kaatskill Barows—þare ran þe silfer Hudson at a farl—þere was efery hill and dale rite as it had always ben. Rip was sorely mased. “Þat steap last nite,” þawt he, “has addeled mine arm hed sadly!” It was wiþ sum hardscip þat he fund þe way to his own huse, whice he nied wiþ still iye, weening efery britom to hear þe scrill stefen of Lady Van Winkel. He fund þe huse gon to rot—þe roof had fallen in, þe iydores broken, and þe dores off þe hindges. A halfstarfed dog þat looked like Wolf was stalking abute it. Rip cied him by name, but þe hund snarled, scowed his teeþ, and went on. Þiss was an unkind woond indeed. “Mine own dog,” sied arm Rip, “has foryetten me!”\nHe infared þe huse, whice, to tell þe trewþ, Lady Van Winkel had always kept in neat endbird. It was emty, forlorn, and seemingly forsaken. Þiss wrake ofercame all his wedded fears—he cied ludely for his wife and cildren—þe lonely rooms rang for a britom wiþ his stefen, and þen all ayen was still.\nHe nuw hirried forþ, and sped to his old abode, þe þorp inn—but it too was gon. A grate unsund wooden bilding stood in its sted, wiþ grate galping iydores, sum of hem broken and beeted wiþ old hats and underscirts, and ofer þe dore was meeted, “Þe Woning Yesthuse, by Yonaþan Doolittel.” Insted of þe grate tree þat sceltered þe hoder littel Duce inn of yore, þare nuw was reared a tall, naked þixel, wiþ sumþing on þe top þat looked like a red nitecap, and from it was fluttering a fane, on whice was a sundry samming of stars and strakes;—all þiss was ferly and unonyettenly. He acknowed on þe board, huwefer, þe ruddy anlet of King Yergen, under whice he had smoked sow meny a friþful pipe; but efen þiss was sundrily went. Þe red hackel was went for won of hewn and fallow, a sord was held in þe hand insted of a kinyard, þe hed was topt wiþ a cocked hat, and underneaþ was meeted in grate stafes, “HARTEAMER WASCINGTON.”\nÞare was, as was wont, a crude of folk abute þe dore, but non þat Rip acknowed. Þe erd itself of þe folk seemed went. Þare was a bisy, stirred, fliting pice abute it, insted of þe wonly dull and drusy hoderness. He looked for nawt for þe wise Nickolas Vedder, wiþ his brod anlet, twin cin, and fair long pipe, uttering cludes of smoke insted of idel speeces; or Van Bummel, þe teacer, doling forþ þe werds of a fern tidewrit. Insted of þese, a lean, wood looking fellow, wiþ his sacks full of handbills, was rooping aferly abute rites of borowers—wales—fellows of þe wittenmoot—freedom—Bunker Hill—heleþs of six and sefenty—and oþer werds, whice wer fulframed Babilonnisce to þe bewildered Van Winkel.\nÞe ansen of Rip, wiþ his long, hoary beard, his rusty fuling gun, his uncooþ cloþing, and a ferd of wifemen and cildren at his heels, soon drew þe heed of þe taphuse weelders. Hie cruded umb him, iying him from hed to foot wiþ grate firwit. Þe þill bisied up to him, and, drawing him aside, asked “On whice side he waled?” Rip stared in emty witlessness. Anoþer scort but bisy littel fellow pulled him by þe arm, and, rising on tiptow, frained in his ear, “Wheþer he was Woner or Folker?” Rip was efenly at a loss to understand þe frain; when a knowing, self waity old her, in a scarp cocked hat, made his way þro þe crude, putting hem to þe rite and left wiþ his elbows as he went, and planting himself before Van Winkel, wiþ won arm akimbow, þe oþer resting on his stick, his keen iyes and scarp hat boring, as it wer, into his sowl itself, asked in a stern pice, “What brawt him to þe wale wiþ a gun on his scolder, and a rabbel at his heels; and wheþer he ment to breed an upstir in þe þorp?” “Alack! her,” rooped Rip, sumwhat afrited, “ice am an arm afold man, an inlander of þe stow, and a trowfast leed of þe king, God bless him!”\nHere a mean roop berst from þe bystanders—A tory! a tory! a spirrier! a redscirt! away wiþ him!” It was wiþ grate hardscip þat þe self waity man in þe cocked hat sooþed hem; and, hafing fanged a tenfold sternness of bruw, frained ayen of þe beclept, what he came þare for, and hoom he was seecing? Þe arm man nowly sickered him þat he ment now harm, but only came þare in seece of sum of his naybers, hoo often kept abute þe taphuse.\n“Well—hoo ar hie?—name hem.”\nRip beþawt himself a britom, and asked: “Whare’s Nickolas Vedder?”\nÞare was stillness for a littel while, when an old man ansered, in a þin, piping stefen, “Nickolas Vedder! why, he is ded and gon þese ateteen years! Þare was a wooden grafestone in þe circeyard þat onse told all abute him, but þats rotten and gon too.\n“Whare’s Brom Ducer?”\n“O, he went off to þe here in þe beginning of þe wie, sum say he was killed at þe storming of Stony Ord—oþers say he was druned in an ist at þe foot of Antonies Nose. Ice know not—he nefer came back ayen.”\n“Whare’s Van Bummel, þe teacer?”\n“He went off to þe wies too, was a grate ferd harteamer, and is nuw in þe wittenmoot.”\nRips hart swelted away at hearing of þese sad wends in his home and frends, and finding himself þuss alone in þe werld. Efery answer mased him too, by speaking of suce widegale spans of time, and of þings whice he cood not understand: wie—wittenmoot—Stony Ord;—he had now dute to ask after eny more frends, but rooped ute in wanhope: “Doþ noboddy here know Rip Van Winkel?”\n“O, Rip Van Winkel!” rooped two or þree, “o, to be wiss! þat’s Rip Van Winkel yonder, leaning ayenst þe tree.”\nRip looked, and beheld a fulframed twiganger of himself, as he went up þe barow; seemingly as idel, and wisly as ruff. Þe arm fellow was nuw fully mased. He tweed his own self, and wheþer he was himself or anoþer ware. In þe midst of his bewildering, þe man in þe cocked hat frained hoo he was, and what was his name.\n“God knows!” rooped he, at his wits end; “c’am not myself—c’am sumboddy else—þat’s me yonder—no—þat’s sumboddy else yat into my scews—ice was myself last nite, but ice fell asleep on þe barow, and hie’f went my gun, and eferyþing’s went, and ice can’t tell what’s my name, or hoo ice am!”\nÞe bystanders began nuw to look at eace oþer, nod, wink waitily, and tap hir fingers ayenst hir foreheds. Þare was a whisper, alsow, abute nimming þe gun, and keeping þe old fellow from doing harm, at þe nemmening of whice þe self waity man in þe cocked hat sweþered wiþ sum speed. At þiss waity britom a fresce, cumly wifeman þruced þro þe þrong to yet a peep at þe gray bearded man. Sce had a flescy cild in her arms, whice, fritened at his looks, began to weep. “Husce, Rip,” rooped sce, “husce þuw littel wanwit; þe old man won’t harm þee.” þe name of þe cild, þe erd of þe moþer, þe pice of her stefen, all awakened a string of mins in his mind. “What is þy name, my good wifeman?” asked he.\n“And þy faþers name?”\n“O, arm man, Rip Van Winkel was his name, but it’s twenty years sinse he went away from home wiþ his gun, and nefer has ben herd of sinse,—his dog came home wiþute him; but wheþer he scot himself, or was born away by þe Indiscemen, noboddy can tell. Ice was þen but a littel girl.”\nRip had but won frain more to ask; but he put it in a cwafering stefen:\n“Whare’s þy moþer?”\n“O, sce too had swelted but a scort time sinse; sce broke an edder in a fit of wraþ at a New England monger.”\nÞere was a drop of cweem, at least, in þiss knowledge. Þe good man cood hold himself back now longer. He fanged his dawter and her cild in his arms. “Ice am þy faþer!” rooped he “Yung Rip Van Winkel wonse—old Rip Van Winkel nuw!—Doþ noboddy know arm Rip Van Winkel?”\nAll stood amased, hent an old wife, taltering ute from amung þe crude, put her hand to her bruw, and staring under it in his anlet for a britom, yelled: “Wiss enuff! it is Rip Van Winkel—it is himself! Welcum home ayen, old nayber. Why, whare hast þuw ben þese twenty long years?”\nRips tale was soon told, for þe hole twenty years had seemed to him as but won nite. Þe naybers stared when hie herd it; sum wer seen to wink at eace oþer, and put hir tungs in hir cekes; and þe self waity man in þe cocked hat, hoo, when þe ream was ofer, had eftcame to þe feeld, bolted dune þe whems of his muþe, and scook his hed—upon whice þere was a mean scaking of þe hed þroute þe folk.\nIt was cosen, huwefer, to nim þe weening of old Peter Vanderdonk, hoo was seen slowly walking up þe road. He was an afterbare of þe stearman of þat name, hoo wrote won of þe erliest rakes of þe rice. Peter was þe fernest heem of þe þorp, and well wise in all þe wunderful sids and befallings of þe nayberhood. He munned Rip at wonse, and upheld his tale in þe most fulfilling way. He sickered þe hoose þat it was sooþ, handed dune from his forebare þe stearman, þat þe Kaatskill barows had always ben inerded by ferly beings. Þat it was trew þat þe grate Hendrick Hudson, þe first onfinder of þe ea and land, kept a kind of wace þare efery twenty years, wiþ his crude of þe Halfmoon; being beteemed in þiss way to edneese þe settings of his fare, and keep a waceful iye upon þe ea and þe grate borow cied by his name. Þat his faþer had wonse seen hem in hir old Duce cloþing playing at ninepins in a hollow of þe barow; and þat he himself had herd, won summer afternoon, þe lude of hir balls, like farlen þunder.\nTo make a long tale scort, þe hoose broke up and went back to þe more waity þing of þe wale. Rips dawter brawt him home to lif wiþ her; sce had a cweem, wellkept huse, and a from, winsum bure for a ware, hoom Rip mimmered as won of þe cits þat onse clumb upon his back. As to Rips son and erfer, hoo was ilk as he, seen leaning ayenst þe tree, he had ben made to werk on þe irþ; but scowed an inborn cost to besee enyþing else but his own bisiness.\nRip nuw picked up his old walks and sids; he soon fund meny of his former frends, þaw all raþer þe werse for þe ware and tare of time; and cose raþer to make frends amung þe rising strind, wiþ hoom he soon grew into grate standing.\nHafing noþing to do at home, and being lended at þat winsum eld when a man can freely be idel, he num his sted onse more on þe bence at þe inn dore, and was held as won of þe hiefaþers of þe þorp, and a tidewrit of þe old times “before þe wie.” It was sum time before he cood yet into þe mean paþ of gossip, or cood be made to understand þe ferly befallings þat had befallen bin his slumber. Huw þat þare had ben an oferþrowing wie,—þat þe rice had þrown off þe yoke of old England,—and þat, insted of being a leed of His Hieness Yergen þe þird, he was nuw a free borower of þe Woned Rices. Rip, forsooþ, was now weelder; þe wends of rices and coaserdoms made but littel inþruce on him; but þare was won kind of yoke under whice he had long groaned, and þat was—husehold leedward. Winsumly þat was at an end; he had yat his neck ute of þe yoke of wedlock, and cood gow in and ute whenefer he wisced, wiþute dredding þe whip of Lady Van Winkel. Whenefer her name was nemmened, huwefer, he scook his hed, reared his scolders, and þrew up his iyes; whice mite seem iþer a token of onfanging of his orlay, or win at his freedom.\nHe told his tale to efery cummer þat lended at Her Doolittels yesthuse. He was seen, at first, to sunder of sum ords efery time he told it, whice was, tweeless, owing to his hafing sow lately awoken. It at last setteled dune ritely to þe tale ice haf written, and not a ware, wife, or cild in þe nayberhood but knew it by hart. Sum always licetted to twee þe trewþ of it, and held þat Rip had ben ute of his hed, and þat þiss was won ord on whice he always seemed flity. Þe old Duce folk, huwefer, almost all held it as full sooþ. Efen to þiss day hie nefer hear a þunderstorm of a summer afternoon abute þe Kaatskill, but hie say Hendrick Hudson and his crude are at hir game of ninepins; and it is a mean wisce of all henpecked wares in þe nayberhood, when life hangs hefy on hir hands, þat hie mite haf a sleeping draft ute of Rip Van Winkels steap.\nÞe foregowing tale, man wood inkel, had ben brawt to Her Knickerbocker by a littel Garmanisce offgalþ abute þe Coaser Friþrice der Rothbart, and þe Kypphäuser barow; þe eked writ, huwefer, whice he had þeeded to þe tale, scows þat it is sooþ, told wiþ his wonly troþ.\n“Þe tale of Rip Van Winkel may seem iysum to meny, but neferþeless ice yeafe it my full beleef, for ice know þe naywist of ure old Duce tunes to haf ben full to þe brim of wundersum befallings and dwimmers. Indeed, ice haf herd meny more selcooþ tales þan þiss, in þe þorps along þe Hudson, all of whice were too well upheld for eny twee. Ice haf efen talked wiþ Rip Van Winkel myself, hoo, when last ice saw him, was a full oreful old man, and sow fulframedly rode and fast on efery oþer ord, þat ice þink now careful leed cood wiþhold beleef; no, ice haf seen a writ brawt before an upland deemer and marked wiþ a rood, in þe deemers own handwriting. Þe tale, þarefore, is beyond þe mite of twee.\nÞe following are faring writs from a daybook of Her Knickerbocker:\nÞe Kaatsberg or Catskill Barows haf always ben a land bewiced. Þe Indiscemen held hem þe abode of goasts, hoo swayed þe weþer, spredding sunscine or cludes ofer þe landscip, and sending good or bad hunting tides. Hie were rixt by an old skwaw goast, sed to be hir moþer. Sce dwelt on þe hiest peak of þe Catskills, and had weeld of þe dores of day and nite to open and scut hem at þe fitting stund. Sce hung up þe new moons in þe heafens, and broke up þe old into stars. In times of druþe, if ritely sce wisced, sce wood spin lite summer cludes ute of cobwebs and morning dew, and send hem off from þe ridge of þe barow, flawt after flawt, like flawts of combed wool, to float in þe lift, hent, melted by þe heat of þe sun, hie wood fall in friþful scures, making þe grass to spring, þe ofets to ripen, and þe corn to grow an ince a stund. If miscweemed, huwefer, sce wood brew up cludes black as coal, sitting in þe midst of hem like a tunbellied spider in þe midst of its web; and when þese cludes broke, wow betide þe deens!\nIn olden times, say þe Indisce sids, þare was a kind of Manitoo or Goast, hoo kept abute þe wildest halks of þe Catskills, and num cweem in wreaking all kinds of efels and teens upon þe red men. Sumtimes he wood nim þe scape of a bare, a panþer, or a hart, lead þe bewildered hunter a weary hunt þro snarled wolds and amung ruff rocks, and þen spring off wiþ a lude ho! ho! leafing him agast on þe brink of a beeteling cliff or weeding flud.\nÞe dearest abode of þiss Manitoo is still scown. It is a grate rock or cliff on þe loneliest deal of þe barows, and, from þe blossoming winetrees whice clamber abute it, and þe wild blossoms whice wride in its nayberhood, is known by þe name of þe Layton Rock. Near þe foot of it is a small mere, þe abode of þe lonesum rower, wiþ wawtersnakes baþing in þe sun on þe leafes of þe pondlillies whice lie on þe bred. Þiss stow was held in grate iye by þe Indiscemen, insomuce þat þe boldest hunter wood not follow his game wiþin its bunds. Wonse upon a time, huwefer, a hunter, hoo had lost his way made it to þe Layton Rock, whare he beheld meny kirfets held in þe forks of trees. Won of þese he fanged and made off wiþ it, but in þe hirry of his wiþdraft he let it fall amung þe rocks, when a grate stream fludded forþ, whice wasced him away and swept him dune cliffs, whare he was stunned to bits, and þe stream made its way to þe Hudson, and flows on efen nuw, being þe ilk stream known by þe name of þe Kaaterskill.\nRetrieved from "https://wiki.anglish.info/w/index.php?title=Rip_Van_Winkel&oldid=4140"\nThis page was last edited on 27 June 2021, at 07:41.


ÞE GOSPEL ON ALLE HALWEN EVYN.\nRespiciens Jesus in discipulos.\n—JOHN xvii. [II.]*. [In the modern Roman missal this gospel belongs to the mass 'for the removal of Schism;' the gospel for All Hallows eve is taken from Luke vi. 17-23.]\nÞIS gospel telliþ how Crist preied for his apostlis upon þe Þursdai þat he shulde die on þe morewe. And so he medliþ many treuþis, boþe hiȝe and sutil. Joon seiþ þat, Jesus lokynge upon hise disciplis seide: Holi Fadir, kepe hem in þi name which þou hast ȝovun me, þat þei ben oon, as we two ben oon. And here it is seid comunli, þat ech oonhede is of sum fourme. And so þer ben foure oonhedis þat men speken of comunli. Page 403 Þe leste oonhede is in peple*. [þe puple, E.], þe which ben oon in kynde; and ȝif þei ben oon in vertues þan þei ben more oon. Þe secounde oonheede is of man; þat many partis of him ben knitt in oo soule and governed bi þe vertue of it. Leeve we oþer oonhedis of oþer bodies bi her fourmes. Þe þridde onhede is of þe Chirche and of her partis, oon in God; and þis is more woundirful þan ony man can her*. [here, E.] telle. Þe ferþe oonhede and þe moste, þat is rote of alle oþir, is oonhede of þe Trinite, in þe fourme of oo Godhede. And þus þree per|soones ben oon, and noon oþer mai þus be oon. Neþeles Crist preieþ þat hise apostlis ben oon, as þe Trinyte is oon; but not in þe same manere; but as þe Trinite is oon in oonhede of substaunce, so Cristis apostlis ben oon in þe same Godhede, and mai nevere after be severid, as þes þree per|soones mai nevere be severid. And þis is sum similitude, al ȝif it be fer fro God. And betere preier miȝte no man preie to God for synful men. Crist seiþ of his apostlis: Whanne he dwelte wiþ hem, he kepte hem in his Fadirs name, and noon of hem perishide but þe child of lesyng, þat moste nedis be lost, for he was a quyk fend, to fulfille Holi Writt. And here men douten comunli whi Crist chees Judas, siþ Crist wiste þat he shulde be dampned. But here we seien þat*. [Understand, after þat, the words 'Christ chose him.'] for helpe of þe Chirche þat Crist wiste þat he shulde do, and, as Crist himsilf seiþ here, to fulfille holi writt. And þe same questioun maist þou axe, whi God made men þat shulde be dampned, siþ þat God wiste of þese men al þat shulde befalle of hem? siþ God ordeyneþ good for hem, and good þat falliþ to his Chirche; for þei have levere þus to be dampned þan nevere to have be; but þei wolen not þis expresli, alȝif þei wolen þis pryvyli. And myche good cam of Judas, wherefore we shulde þanke God, and dampne þis traitour to Crist, and flee siche bi ensaumple of him. Lord! siþ Scarioth was ordeyned to be in Cristis religioun, þe which is þe beste þat mai be, and Crist suffride him to go out þerof, whi shulden not þes newe ordris suffre men to go from hem, and speciali whanne þei synnen Page 404 and men wolden go out for vertues? And many of þes newe ordris passen Scarioth in coveitise, and for averise of goodis þei ben traitours to treuþe.\nMany þingis telliþ þe gospel of Crist and of Scarioth, þe which ben liȝt to men after, ȝif þei wolden take hem. Crist telliþ bifore of traiterie of Scarioth, and how he shal be dampned to helle, notwiþstonding his ordre. Crist seiþ aftirward, þat he comeþ to his Fadir, and spekiþ þes þingis to his disciplis, þat þei have his joie fulfillid in hem. And, as Crist myȝte not faile of þis, so þei myȝten not faile of þis ende. And alȝif Crist was evermore in wending to his Fadir,—for he myȝte not gon abak, ne erre in his weye bi synne,—neþeles, in tyme of his deþ, he wente out of þis worldli lyf. Crist ȝaf to his disciplis Goddis word for to preche, and þe world hatide hem, for þei ben not of þe world, as Crist is not of þis world; and þerfore weren þei goode prechours. He þat loveþ worldli goodis and worldli dwelling, as propre to him, is lettid to seie þe treuþe, as we mai se in þes ordris. Crist preieþ not to take hem ȝit out of þe world, but to kepe hem here fro þe greet yvel, and þat þei profite to þe Chirche in þe name of þe Trinite. Crist seiþ of hise apostlis, þat þei ben not of þe world as he is not of þe world. And þis men undirstonden þus; þis world is alle þo men þat ben dampned for love of þe world. And þanne þis word of Crist is open, for þei loven heven and litil þis world. For sich as is þis fadir and priour of þe ordre of Cristyn men, sich ben his children of his covent, and haten þe welþe of þis world. And bi þis mai men knowen which ben disciplis of Crist.\nAnd Crist preieþ to þis ende, þat his Fadir stable hem in treuþe, and þanne he stabliþ hem in his word; for his word is þe firste treuþe. He biddiþ not stable hem in worldli wordis, as ben fablis and feyned lesingis, but in treuþe of Jesus Crist, which þei shulden trowe and teche. And, to conferme þis preier, Crist spekiþ to his Fadir, As þou sentist me in to þis world, so Y sente hem in*. [into, E.]þis world*. [So E; in A the words As—world are not italicized.]. Crist cam in to þis world to witnesse treuþe, and to liȝte þis world; and as Crist boþe God and man cam hidir to þis entent, so alle his disciplis Page 405 traveilen þus unto her deeþ. How shulde treuþe not kepe hem þat stonden þus to defenden treuþe? Crist, and Baptist, and oþer moo hadden not here reward for þis, but in hevene blis, hid fro men, for þe world is unworthi to take it. And trowe we not þat clepid miraclis þat ben maad at þe tumbis of seintis maken hem more blessid in hevene þan oþer þat done not here sich miraclis. And to conferme þis word of seintis, seiþ Crist of himsilf: For hem I conferme mysilf, þat þei ben confermed in truþe. Alle þe dedis þat Crist dide here weren so stabled in God, þat boþe þei and manere of hem moten nedis come as þei camen. And þes dedis of Cristis liif weren maad ensaumple to his disciplis, þat þei shulden sadli do Goddis workes, and take þerto ensaumple of Crist.\nCrist ȝeveþ us after a confort and seiþ, He preieþ not oonli for hem, but for alle þat comen after and bileve in Crist bi her word. And þes wordis seid of Crist shulden quykene men þat ben dede, and, ȝif bileve stood in hem, make hem do as apostlis diden. For alle men þat shal be saf, riȝt to þe dai of dome, moten nedis in þis sue Crist, and ellis þei shal not make oo Chirche.\nAnd þus seiþ Crist, þat his preier moot nedis make alle seintis oon; for o bodi, þat is holi Chirche, drawiþ*. [So E; þat drawiþ, A.] to Crist, as erþe to þe centre. For as it is seid bifore, holi Chirche moot nedis be oon, as þe Fadir is in þe Sone, and þe Sone is in þe Fadir; and so, bi stabilnes of Cristis membris, þat þe world trowe þat God sente him*. [So E; the clause is not italicized in A.]. And now prelatis traveilen to litil to maken men trowe þis bileve, for þei gon not in Cristis weie, neiþer bi word ne bi dede. And Crist seiþ of þes membris, þat he ȝaf hem þe clarite*. [charite, E; clerenesse in both Wycliffite versions.]þat his Fadir ȝaf hem; þat þei ben oon after oonhede of Persones; and so þis oonhede be þus maad,— þat Crist be in his lymes, as þe Fadir is in Crist. And so þei ben endid in oon, be fillid*. [and so þey ben in one, and þis endyng in one schal be fulfillyng, E.] in þe blisse of hevene, for þus shal þe Chirche wite how þe Fadir sente his Sone and lovede membris of þe Chirche, as he haþ loved Crist. Fadir, þo þat þou ȝavest me, Y wole þat þei be þere þat Y am, þat þei see my clarite*. [charite, E.]whichPage 406þou hast ȝovun me. And confermyng of þis preier is treuþe of þes wordis, þat þe Fadir lovede Crist bifore þe making of þe world. Juste Fadir, þis world haþ not knowun þee, but Y have knowun þee, and þes knewen þat þou sentist me. And Y have maad knowun þi name to hem, and I shal make it knowun, þat þe love þat þou hast loved me be in hem and Y in hem. And in þis hiȝe unite is endid þe blisse of þe Chirche.