Monday, December 15, 2014

Page 368 (14.67-107) "sejunct females... death and the dust"

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sejunct females is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her thereto to lie in, her term up.

Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. Of Israel's folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.


Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth.

Watchers twey there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding wariest ward.

In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid.

Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin.

Full she dread that God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins.

Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe infare under her thatch.

That man her will wotting worthful went in Horne's house.

Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood.

On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and seafloor nine year had long outwandered.

Once her in townhithe meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so young then had looked.

Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word winning.

As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Glad after she was that ere adread was.

Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor in heaven was.

Sad was the man that word to hear that him so heavied in bowels ruthful.

All she there told him, ruing death for friend so young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay.

She said that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs.

The man then right earnest asked the nun of which death the dead man was died and the nun answered him and said that he was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness.

He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope, sorrowing one with other.

Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust




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