“That bridge, for a wonderful sight,
“With pinnacles guilt, shinynge as goulde,
“A glorious thing for men to behoulde.”
The poem on Hawking, Hunting, and Armoury, written by Julian Barnes in the reign of the same monarch, (about 1481,) begins thus:
“My dere sones, where ye fare, by frith, or by fell,
“Take good hede in this tyme, how Tristram woll tell,
“How many maner bestes of venery there were,
“Listenes now to our dame, and ye shullen here.”
The only extract that I have met with from William of Naffyngton’s Treatise on the Trinitie, translated from John of Waldenby, about the year 1480, runs thus:
“I warne you first at the begynnynge,