Classic Poem

Salvum fac me Domine.

Gives relief, Lord, it is time,
Because of droictz men are wholes DESNUES:
Between filz of men, remains
Ung who ayt faith, both are reduced.

Certainly every one, vanity, falsehoods,
In his next commonly said:
The lips only man that flattery
And saying the ung, her heart speaks aultrement.

God grant doncq these blandissantes lips
All through, for ever, incise:
Similarly these arrogant languages
Who bravely merely chatting.

Who mesmement between eulx About this take:
We grow by noz languages ÔÇïÔÇïon bags,
To us, of droict, noz lips belong
Flatter, chins is maistre us?

To grieve for small, shouting,
Saith the Lord, now leveray me:
Loing mectray languages, which vary
And every one of their LAQS eulx saulveray.

While God is the parolle treuve
Parolle net, & trespure is his voice:
It is refined to espreuve that money,
Silver fire espure seven foys.

Toy doncq Lord, your word, and your men,
Guard, and stand in thy mercy:
And these people who are so molested,
Delivre us perpetuity.

Because Malings at great trouppes cheminent,
Below, the whole country is full of inhuman
At that iceulx most meschants dominate
And qu'esleves are between humans.