blowyng by
woodnesse
of herte.
Chaucer - Boethius
?
for vices ne
comen nat to blisfulnesse.
QUOS UIDES SEDERE CELSOS.
[Sidenote: [The ij^de Met{ur}. ]]
++Who so ? at ? e couertures of her veyn apparailes my? t[e] strepen of
? ise proude kynges ? at ? ou seest sitten on hey? e in her chayeres
glyterynge in shynynge purpre envyroned wi? sorweful arm{ur}es manasyng
wi? cruel mou? e.
blowyng by woodnesse of herte. ? He sholde se ? an ? at
ilke lordes beren wi? i{n}ne hir corages ful streyte cheynes for
leccherye tormenti? he{m} on ? at oon syde wi? gredy venyms {and}
troublable Ire ? at araise? in hem ? e floodes of troublynges tourmenti?
vpon ? at o? er side hir ? ou?
comen nat to blisfulnesse.
QUOS UIDES SEDERE CELSOS.
[Sidenote: [The ij^de Met{ur}. ]]
++Who so ? at ? e couertures of her veyn apparailes my? t[e] strepen of
? ise proude kynges ? at ? ou seest sitten on hey? e in her chayeres
glyterynge in shynynge purpre envyroned wi? sorweful arm{ur}es manasyng
wi? cruel mou? e.
blowyng by woodnesse of herte. ? He sholde se ? an ? at
ilke lordes beren wi? i{n}ne hir corages ful streyte cheynes for
leccherye tormenti? he{m} on ? at oon syde wi? gredy venyms {and}
troublable Ire ? at araise? in hem ? e floodes of troublynges tourmenti?
vpon ? at o? er side hir ? ou?
