Matirs of bisiness, organisacioun and swoteness

Mes cheres lecteurez,

Juste a fewe quicke updates concernynge the page.

Ich do hopen that this newe blogspote syte plese yow as muche as yt pleseth me, for ich do muchel relisshe myn litel florale bordere and smal illustraciouns. Ywis, ich waxe fondre and fondre of myn goode scriven and webmayster, hende Adam Lynkferste (confuse hym nat with Adam Pinkhurste, who ys a scabye manne who did stele two large and creamye wheeles of chese from myn hous and shal neure worke for me ayeyn!).

Ich am muchel delited by theffortes of two of yow, who aren clearlie of myn affinitee. One dide make smalle figures of Gower and ich, somedeel in the maner of the penates ones worshipped by the romaynes: see them heere. Also, anothir diligente craftere of peynture dide make an series of illuminaciouns concernynge myn late altercacioun wyth Johannes Gowere, and yow kan see those peyntures and figures heere. O by seinte Sebastian, wolde thatte ich (and eek Philippa!) dide hauen suche fayre and gente features as we do yn thes litel illustraciouns. Alas, euene in myn dreames talkynge eagles do mock me for beynge too hevy.

Also, y haue hadde manye gentil and wise visiteurs, such as Henrie Scogan, William Langlande, Christine of Pise, Frankeys Villon, Nicholas the clerke, and many an othir. They kan be founde yn the commentes to myn nyce and foolishe entries.

Finallie, Adam Lynkferste hath putte vp lynkes yn the sidebar for yowr profitt and instrucioun. Ich haue also hadde hym lynke to othir blogges -- yf ich haue a lynke for thee and it pleseth thee nat, telle me and ich shal remoue yt fastre than thou kanst say "archbishope arundel."

Litel Lowys my sone continueth to depely troublen myn herte. For he spendeth alle of hys tyme in hys chaumbre wyth his Exeboxe CCCLX playnge games of muchel violence. And whenne he ys nat killynge thynges on a screne, he listeneth to thys maner of musique called rap or sometymes hip & hoppe. And he careth nat for Boethius nor for the melodies of Machaut and Deschampes, nor euene for myn moste liveli tales of Alisoun and Nicholas. Lette alone the astrolabe.

Ich haue decided that ich shal ginne to wryte some verses of thys rap musique forto gladen myn litel sone and eek to maken othir yonge peple lerne of myn tales. Yt semeth this good felawe hath alredi some musique, but myne rymes shal ben tyghter. What thinke yow of thys projet?

That ys al for nowe.

Le Vostre

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