In ploughman phrase, 'God send you speed,' Still daily to grow wiser; And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did th' adviser!

Love, as a rule, recks little of the suitability of the object, when it attacks a heart; but in some few casesthat is the peculiar charmFrancis Markrute had waited until he was forty-six years old, firmly keeping to his ideal, until he found her, in a measure of perfection, of which even he had not dared to dream.

I reck not fashion, and have never been her slave.

"'I have heard That that foul miscreant's dark and stubborn flesh Recks not the force of arms:such I forswear, Nor sword nor burnish'd shield of ample round Ask for the war; all weaponless, hand to hand (So may great Higelac's smile repay my toil)

Yes, you are right, we need not hunt for motives: There is no crime from which this man would shrink; He recks not human law; and I have noticed That often when the name of God is uttered, A sudden blankness overspreads his face.

Not that she recks this life, for I confess I have deserv'd, when so it pleaseth you, To die the death, mine honour and my name, As you suppose, distained with reproach:

Roundabout there still stretched the wilderness which is subject only to nature's lawthe one immutable law which takes no heed of justice or mercy; which recks neither man's needs nor his deserts.

Towards the end of the tenth century, under Richard II., Duke of Normandy, called the Good, and whilst the good King Robert was reigning in France, "In several countships of Normandy," says William of Jumiege, "all the peasants, assembling in their conventicles, resolved to live according to their inclinations and their own laws, as well in the interior of the forests as along the rivers, and to reck nought of any established right.

Little reck the rocks the blow That makes the living water flow; Little recks man's soul the rod That scourges it through tears to God.

Little reck the rocks the blow That makes the living water flow; Little recks man's soul the rod That scourges it through tears to God.

Little reck the rocks the blow That makes the living water flow; Little recks man's soul the rod That scourges it through tears to God.

My father recks not virtue, But vows to wed me to a man of wealth: And swears his gold shall counterpoise his worth.

Then he called on his little foot-page And said, "Run speedilie, And fetch my ain dear sister's son, Sir Hugh Montgomerie." "My nephew good," the Douglas said, "What recks the death of ane?