the humiliation of the flesh of this man, this grave, austere man will be wondred at.

As I was wondring in my self what had brought Sir ROGER to Town, not having lately received any Letter from him, he told me that his Master was come up to get a Sight of Prince Eugene and that he desired I would immediately meet him.

In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonne, I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep were, In habite as an heremite, unholy of werkes, Went wyde in this world, wondres to here.