...and when learns the Lord of this
He sends His beastesses to the manfools
who attacks and hammers saws their useless fleshes
and build Him a house of they rotting skins...
- from the legends of the old age
His priestess took her staff and hits a rocks,
from which a stream of milks and honeys flewed
they dranks of it, and fore long the streams turned to blood...
And they dranks of that too, praising the gifts of the|
Woodsie Lord, whether theys be
sweetness or foul...
- unindentified parchment