My dress is silent when I tread the ground Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, And then the power of clouds carries me far Above the people; and my ornaments Loudly resound, send forth a melody And clearly sing, when I am not in touch With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
Adam Lay Ibounden
Adam lay ibounden, Bounden in a bond; Four thousand winter Thoght he not too long; And all was for an appil, An appil that he tok, As clerkes finden Wreten in here book. Ne hadde the appil take ben, The appil taken ben, Ne hadde never our lady A ben hevene quene. Blessed be the time That appil take was. Therefore we moun singen "Deo gracias."