Altenglische legenden.

                                
                                  Power of prynces and ther pompous nob|lesse [poweer.] 
                                
                                  With al the manacis of tirantis and felouns;
                                
                                  Thy furious thretis, thyn adulaciouns, [The.] 
                                
                                  With al thi puissance shal me nat remeue
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                                  Fro Cristis lawe nor fro his iust beleue. [Crystes. byleue.] 
                                
                                  Thow maist thi swerd whette sharp and keene
                                
                                  And me dismembre ioynt fro ioynt as|sonder, [assondir.] 
                                
                                  Lyk a tirant in thi contagious teene
                                
                                  Me disseuere pecemeel heer and yonder; [par|celmeel. here & yondir.] 
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                                  But triste weel, and haue heerof no wonder: [truste. wondir.] 
                                
                                  It passith thy myht and pompous violence [thy witt.] 
                                
                                  In Cristes feith to arte my conscience.
                                
                                  And o woord, first as I the tolde: [l. at o woord.] 
                                
                                  As I began so I wil perseuere, [wyl I.] 
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                                  My feith, my baptem iustly I wil holde
                                
                                  Vnto my laste, and so enduren euere; [enduryn.] 
                                
                                  Fro my professioun I wil departe neuere;
                                
                                  Thow maist manace and slen my body heer, [boody here.] 
                                
                                  My soule franchised (is) fer from thy poweer. [is fehlt.]  [is ferre fro. powere.] 
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                                  Do thi beste! thi rychessis I despise; [rychesse I do d.] 
                                
                                  Thow shalt of me han no subieccioun, [haue.] 
                                
                                  Nor fro my lawe restreyne me in no wise,
                                
                                  To make me halte in my professioun.
                                
                                  And herkne a woord, in short conclusioun:
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                                  Of my body thouh thow haue victorye,
                                
                                  My soule shal lyue and regne with Crist in glorye. [myn. lyu.] 
                                
                                  In my diffence I haue set a strong feeld
                                
                                  Vpon a ground of long perseuerance,
                                
                                  Of Cristes feith deuysed a myhti sheeld, [devysid.] 
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                                  A gostly swerd whettid with constance,
                                
                                  And a cloos brest of hope in my creance, [breest. hoope.] 
                                
                                  Of loue and dreed, my body for tassure, [boody.] 
                                
                                  Hool, vndepartid shal be my Cotearmure; [coote armvre.] 
                                
                                  A spere of trust vpward erect to heuene,
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                                  Squared the hed ffeith, hope and charite, [Squaryd. hoope.] 
                                
                                  Which shal reche aboue the sterrys seuene
                                
                                  Tofor that lord, bothe on, too, and thre, [oon. two.] 
                                
                                  Vnto whos grace I submytte me,
                                
                                  And for his sake, as I ouhte of ryht,
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                                  Redy to deie as his owyn knyht. [owne.] 
                                
                                  And for his loue to suffre passioun
                                
                                  I am maad strong with herte, wil and cheer,
                                
                                  The palme of victory as goddis champioun [vic|torye.] 
                                
                                  It to conquere, whil that I am heer;
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                                  Of Cristis cros I sette up my baneer, [a st. my.] 
                                
                                  Bexaumple of martirs, which with ther blody hew [By e. . hewe.] 
                                
                                  Gat heuenly tryumphes, al clad in purpil hew. [& st. al. newe st. hew(!).] 
                                
                                  Thus I desire forto been arraied, [be.] 
                                
                                  As a meek seruant tofor my lord tapere; [meke. tofore. appere.] 
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                                  For him to suffre I am nat disamaied, [not dysmayed.] 
                                
                                  My god, my makere, my saueour most entere, [saviour. entiere.] 
                                
                                  Which with his blood bouht me so dere;
                                
                                  And sithe for me he suffred so gret peyne, [suffryd.] 
                                
                                  To deie for him, allas why sholde I feyne? [shulde.] 
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                                  Wherfore, Hyngwar, make heerof no dellaies! [Ynguar.] 
                                
                                  Fro Cristes feith I neuer shal declyne. [nevir.] 
                                
                                  Thy thret, thy manaces, nor al thin hard assaies [thretys. manacys.] 
                                
                                  Shal for no dreed withynne myn herte myne. [my.] 
                                
                                  And myn entent at o woord to termyne:
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                                  As Cristis knyht of hool herte I defie
                                
                                  Alle fals goddis and al ydolatrie." [Al.]

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Title: Altenglische legenden.
Author: Horstmann, Carl, ed. b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 409
Publication: Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,; 1881.
Subject terms: Saints -- Legends; English poetry; Legends

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