In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite an heremite unholy of werkes, Went wide in this world wondres to here. — William Langland Copy Share Image
But all the wickedness in the world which man may do or think is no more to the mercy of God than a live… — William Langland Copy Share Image
Manye chapeleyns arn chaste, ac charite is aweye; Are none hardere than hii whan hii ben avaunced: Unkynde to hire kyn and to alle… — William Langland Copy Share Image
For if hevene be on this erthe, and ese to any soule,It is in cloistre or in scole. — William Langland Copy Share Image
First impressions of mediaeval life are usually coloured by the courtly romances of Malory and his later refiners. Chaucer brings us down to reality,… — William Langland Copy Share Image
The Spirit of Justice is the single most important seed Piers planted; if you don't live by its teaching, your chance of salvation is… — William Langland Copy Share Image
A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene -Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,Werchynge and wandrynge as the… — William Langland Copy Share Image
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite an heremite unholy… — William Langland Copy Share Image
I kan noght parfitly my Paternoster as the preest it syngeth,But I kan rymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre. — William Langland Copy Share Image
