The kalender of shepherdes the edition of Paris 1503 in photographic facsimile: a faithful reprint of R. Pynson's edition of London 1506. Edited with a critical introduction and glossary by H. Oskar Sommer |
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The balad of the shepherde.
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The balad of the shepherde.
I knowe that god hathe formed me.
And made me to his owne lykenes.
I knowe that he hathe gyue me trule.
Soule and wytte/ lyfe with knowlege ywys.
I knowe that by rightwys true balaunce.
After my dedys Iuged shall I be
I knowe moche but I wote nat the varyans
To vnderstonde wherof comes my foly
I knowe full well that I shall dye.
And yet my lyfe amend nat I.
I knowe in what pouerte.
Borne a chylde thys erthe aboue.
I knowe that god hathe lente to me.
Habundauns of goodes to my byhoue.
I knowe that ryches can nat me saue.
And with me I shall none bere away.
I knowe the more gode that I haue.
And made me to his owne lykenes.
I knowe that he hathe gyue me trule.
Soule and wytte/ lyfe with knowlege ywys.
I knowe that by rightwys true balaunce.
After my dedys Iuged shall I be
I knowe moche but I wote nat the varyans
To vnderstonde wherof comes my foly
I knowe full well that I shall dye.
And yet my lyfe amend nat I.
I knowe in what pouerte.
Borne a chylde thys erthe aboue.
I knowe that god hathe lente to me.
Habundauns of goodes to my byhoue.
I knowe that ryches can nat me saue.
And with me I shall none bere away.
I knowe the more gode that I haue.
I knowe all this faythfully.
And yet my lyf amende nat I.
I knowe that I haue passyd.
Great parte of my days with playe and plesauns.
I knowe that I haue gadered.
Synnes and also done lytell penauns.
I knowe that by ignorans
To excuse me there is no arte.
I knowe that one houre shall be.
whan my soule shall departe.
That I shall wysshe that I had mended me.
I knowe that than is no remedy.
And yet my lyfe amende nat I.
And yet my lyf amende nat I.
I knowe that I haue passyd.
Great parte of my days with playe and plesauns.
I knowe that I haue gadered.
Synnes and also done lytell penauns.
I knowe that by ignorans
To excuse me there is no arte.
I knowe that one houre shall be.
whan my soule shall departe.
That I shall wysshe that I had mended me.
I knowe that than is no remedy.
And yet my lyfe amende nat I.
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