The boke of Saint Albans

by Juliana Berners

And iff ye se yowre howndes haue good wiƚƚ to renne

And draw a waywarde fro yow say as I yow kenne

Here how amy. agayne hem caƚƚ so

Than .Sweff mon amy sweff. to make hem soft go

And iff any fynde of the haare ther he hath bene

And he hight Richer or Bemounde thus to hym bedene

Oyes a Bemounde le vaillant. and I shaƚƚ you avowe

Q^e quida tron̄ la cowarde on la court cowe

That Bemonde the worthe with owt any fayle

That wenyth to fynde the coward with the short tayle