'Yea, blessed must He be,' said they, 'that cometh in God's name,' Which filled the Jews and Pharisees with anger and with grame [malice].1 From Sinner Beware! I extract one verse mainly to exemplify the metre: Naked, forsooth, and bare, So from hence shall we fare, In the grave lay and leave.2 In the poem On Serving Christ, the two first lines are: Why serve we not the Christ? his health why want? The verses hitherto quoted from this collection of thirteenth century composition have been by unknown authors. But next comes a sort of divine love-song written by Thomas Hales, a Minorite friar, for a certain maiden who had dedicated herself to God. I quote a couple of stanzas from it : Sweet are the ways, if ye but knew, His cheer is glad, His mood is mild, If ye to Him true worship yield. 1 The Passion of Our Lord, 64-72, E. E.T.S. No. 49: 2 Sinner Beware, 212-6: Sothliche nakede and bare, We come to thisse lyue. Al so we schule fare, 3 On Serving Christ, 1-2: Hwi ne serue we Crist and secheth his sauht, This irks me first, that I must go; But third there comes my foremost care :— I know not 'whither' I shall fare.1 I conclude my renderings from this collection of thirteenth century verses with a rather amusing extract. It is from a piece entitled A Lutel Soth Sermun. It begins : Hearken to me ye good folk all And sit ye still adown. Listen, and I will tell to you A little Sooth Sermoun. Then, after a short preface about the fall of man and about the redemption by Christ, he first pronounces his warnings against the graver sins of violence and theft; then he speaks against petty cheating in trade, chapmen who use short measures, bakers who palm off on the poor bad bread, and brewers who brew bad ale. Then, in a lighter strain, of the lads and froward lasses who thought of their lovers more than of their prayerbooks: Each one, when to Church he comes, On a holy day, Fain is he his love to see, If perchance he may. 1 Three Sorrowful Tidings: Vyche day me cumeth tydinges threo, Evening she must go with him: That they her will beat. And so the heedless girl comes to sorrow; and the homilist again changes his tone, and beseeches the people that for God's love they will forsake their sins, and tread in the way to heaven. Stories of martyrs have always been to the popular mind a fascinating part of Christian literature. This taste was abundantly provided for in the lives of saints. The sufferings of St. Juliana are told in one of the manuscripts which survive from Anglo-Saxon times. Among the different versions of St. Margaret, Maiden and Martyr, the earliest, transcribed about 1230, appears to have been composed in English about the middle of the twelfth century, and is therefore particularly interesting to students of early English. torments to which the virgin was subjected by the tyrant Olybrius are told in a vivid narrative, doubtless all the more attractive by being so highly coloured. I quote from one of the prayers put into the mouth of the martyr. It is in alliterative verse : Dark are Thy dooms, dear Lord, but doughty all; O Jesu Christ, King-born, kindled of God, As light of leam (gleam), look, Lord, my Life, upon me; 1 A Lutel Soth Sermun, 61-84, in E. E. T.S. No. 49: Hwenne heo to chirche cumeth to thon holy daye, Euersych wile his leof iseo ther yef he may. Heo biholdeth Watekin mid sweth gled eye Atom his hire pater noster, The Be mild to me, Thy Maiden; for my father The following are some lines on Christ's Crucifixion, taken from, or suggested by a meditation of St. Augustine. The manuscript was given to the Durham Library by their prior between 1240 and 1258: White was His hallowed breast, And red with blood his side; His wound was deep and wide. The streams ran down in blood.2 The lines next quoted come from a thirteenth century poem on the Assumption, taken most likely from the Latin : When Jesu Christ was slain on rood, Then called He unto Him St. John! 1 Seinte Marherete, ed. by O. Cockayne; E. E.T.S. No. 13: Deorewurdhe drightin, thah thine domes derne beon, alle ha beodh duhti Alle heouenliche thing ant eordliche badhe buhedh the ant beiedh. 2 Poems, etc., of Thirteenth Century, ed. by Furnivall, E.E.T.S. No. 15: Wyth was his halude brest.' 3 The Assumpcioun, ed. by R. Lumby for E.E.T.S. No. 14: 'Whan Jhesu Crist was done on rode.' Three hymns dating from the earlier part of the thirteenth century are appended by Dr. Morris to some Early English homilies. The Hymn to God is by no means wanting in sublimity of thought. I quote the first four verses. The succeeding verses are mainly an amplification of the Lord's Prayer : Well it behoveth for to speak, to counsel, and to sing Of Him whom none may lightly reck, great King of every king; For He may bind, and He may break, and He to bliss may bring, Lock and unbar at will, mighty o'er everything. Father of men, heaven's Lord, health, comfort, and delight! Thy strength may no man tell, no man may tell Thy might! O draw us nearer to Thee, Thou God that know'st our birth! A Hymn to Our Saviour is one in a collection of sacred and secular poems of Edward the First's reign: Ah, sweetest Jesu, King of bliss, Thou my heart's love, Thou my heart's ease, 'Tis woe to him who Thee shall miss! Ah, sweetest Jesu, my heart's light, Jesu, in Thee my heart finds boot : Of Thy dear love, that is so swote; [sweet] 1 Old English Homilies of the Twelfth Century: with Appendix, ed. by Rev, R. Morris; E.E.T.S. No. 53: 'Hit bilimpeth forto speke, to reden, and to singe.' |