Quote#World
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne
Quote byWilliam Langland · 1332–1386
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Piers Plowman, B-text, Prologue, line 1.
English (original)
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite as an heremite unholy of werkes, Wente wide in this world wondres to here. Ac on a May morwenynge on Malverne hilles Me bifel a ferly, of Fairye me thoghte.
— William Langland
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