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Editor: Bates, Katherine Lee, 1859-1929


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That was so strangely borne, He built a tomb of marble gray, And yeare by yeare did come To celebrate the mournefull day, And buriall of Tom Thum. Whose fame still lives in England here, Amongst the countrey sort; Of whom our wives and children small Tell tales of pleasant sport. * * * * * KEMPION. Her mither died when she was young, Which gave her cause to make great moan; Her father married the warse woman That ever lived in Christendom. She served her well wi' foot and hand, In everything that, she could dee; But her stepmither hated her warse and warse,
The World English Bible (WEB): Galatians

Book 48 Galatians 001:001 Paul, an apostle (not from men, neither through man, but through Jesus Christ, and God the Father, who raised him from the dead), 001:002 and all the brothers{The word for "brothers" here and where context allows may also be correctly translated "brothers and sisters" or "siblings."} who are with me, to the assemblies of Galatia: 001:003 Grace to you and peace from God the Father, and our Lord Jesus Christ, 001:004 who gave himself for our sins, that he might deliver us out of this present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father-- 001:005 to whom be the glory forever and ever. Amen. 001:006 I marvel that you are so quickly deserting him who called you in the grace of Christ to a different "good news"; 001:007 and there isn't another "good news." Only there are some who trouble you, and want to pervert the Good News of Christ. 001:008 But even though we, or an angel from heaven, should preach to you any "good news" other than that which we preached to you, let him be cursed. 001:009 As we have said before, so I now say again: if any man preaches
And a powerful wicked witch was she. "Come hither, come hither, ye cannot choose; And lay your head low on my knee; The heaviest weird I will you read That ever was read to gay ladye. "Mickle dolour sail ye dree When o'er the saut seas maun ye swim; And far mair dolour sail ye dree When up to Estmere Crags ye climb. "I weird ye be a fiery snake; And borrowed sall ye never be, Till Kempion, the kingis son, Come to the crag and thrice kiss thee. Until the warld comes to an end, Borrowed sall ye never be!" O mickle dolour did she dree, And aye the saut seas o'er she swam; And far mair dolour did she dree On Estmere Crags, when up she clamb. And aye she cried on Kempion, Gin he would but come to her han':--