 | Karl Goedeke - 1865 - 266 pages
...waye. Every-man. Alas! I may well wepc with fyhes depe: Now have I no maner of company, To help me in my journey, and me to kepe: And alfo my wrytynge...full unredy. How fhall I do now for to excufe me! 1 wolde to God, I had never begete; To my foule a fulle grete profyte it had be; For now I fere payne... | |
 | 1903 - 50 pages
...do now for to excuse me? 175 I wolde to God I had never begete; To my soule af ulle grete prof yte it had be ; For now I fere paynes huge and grete! The tyme passeth : — Lorde, helpe that all wrought ! For though I mourne it avayleth nought ; 180 The day... | |
 | Walter Wilson Greg - 1904 - 58 pages
...rna. C Alas I may well wepe with syghes depe 185 Now haue I no maner of company 190 To my soule a full grete profyte it had be For now I fere paynes huge and grete The tyme passeth lorde helpe that all wrought For though I mourne it auayleth nought The day passeth and is... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - 776 pages
...unredy. How shall I do now for to excuse met t wolde to God I had never begeteM 18S To my soule a full w, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions: di passeth, Lorde, helpe, that all wrought 1 For though I mourne it avayleth nought. The day passeth,... | |
 | Joseph Quincy Adams - 1924 - 736 pages
...How shall I do now for to excuse me? I wolde to God I had neuer lie gete! * 189 To my soûle a full grete profyte it had be; For now I fere paynes huge and grete. The tyme passeth. Lorde, helpe, that all wrought! For though I mourne it auayleth nought; The day passeth, and... | |
 | Joseph Quincy Adams - 1924 - 732 pages
...now for to excuse me? I wolde to God I had neuer be gete! 3 189 To my soule a full grete prof y te it had be; For now I fere paynes huge and grete. The tyme passeth. Lordc, helpe, that all wrought! For though I mourne it auayleth nought; The day passctli,... | |
 | John C. Coldewey - 1993 - 394 pages
...I do now for to excuse me? I wolde to God I had never be gete been begotten 190 To my soule a full grete profyte it had be, For now I fere paynes huge and grete. The tyme passeth. Lorde, helpe, that all wrought! created everything For though I mourne, it avayleth nought.... | |
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To my soule a full grete profyte it had be, For now I fere paynes huge and grete ! The tyme passeth, Lorde, helpe, that all wrought! For though I mourne it avayleth nought. 