that sometyme did me sekeWith naked fote, stalking in my chambr.I have sene theim gentill, tame, and meke,That now are wyld, and do not remembrThat sometyme they put theimself in daungerTo take bred at my hand ; and nowe they raungeBesely seking with a continuell chaunge.Thancked be fortune it hath ben othrewise Twenty tymes better ; but ons in speciall, In thyn arraye, after a pleasaunt gyse, When her lose gowne from her shoulders did fall, And she me caught in her armes long and small, Therewith all swetely did me kysse And softely saide : "Dere hert howe like you this?"It was no dreme : I lay brode waking But all is torned, thorough my gentilnes, Into a straunge fasshion of forsaking ; And I have leve to go of her goodenes : And she also to use new fangilnes ; But syns that I so kyndely am served, I wold fain knowe what she hath deserved.
>>25341241>I have sene theim gentill, tame, and meke,>That now are wyld, and do not remembr>That sometyme they put theimself in daunger>To take bred at my hand ; and nowe they raunge>Besely seking with a continuell chaunge.Sounds like my ex.
>>25341241There was an age when all men of character were expected to be poets. And they were, by God.How far we have fallen.
>>25342363Yeah it's pretty cringe that we've lost that. It also makes me sad to think about what was lost in terms of stories and folk poetry and shit produced outside of that rarified sphere.
>>25343593When did that era end? Only a few decades ago it seems, but perhaps it was centuries.
>>25341241>>25341258This spelling is much better than any of the standardized varieties of English around today.
>>25343674the english they spoke at the time was quite different
