Melancholia in Middle English

The things you find 🙂

I guess I really AM built to be an English major when finds like this, written in Middle English, delight me …

I have no idea who this was written by, but here’s a very rough translation for you:

Here Melancholy musing in is fits,
Pale visaged, of complexion cold and dry,
All solitary, at his study sits,
Within a wood, devoid of company:
Save Maude the Owl, and melancholy Puss,
Light-loathing creatures, hateful, ominous.

His mouth, in sign of silence, up is bound
For Melancholy loves not many words:
One foot on box is fixed about the ground,
The which him plodding Constancy affords,
A sealed purse he bears, to show no vice
So proper is to him, as Avarice.

Hmmm. Greedy melancholy.

I’m having synchronicity throw me a few lessons these last couple of days. Lessons on mindfullness. If I ever get up the energy, I’ll blog about it.

But for now it’s raining. Eternally raining. Strange for this time of year … somehow summer bypassed us. I love the rain, but this amount of rain, Melancholy would love. Melancholy does love. Even I’ve had enough of the rain. Melancholy is too long visiting :-/

I’m feeling very Plath-ish lately… “God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.” Oh to just be able to shut my eyes and have the world drop dead for a while. What blessed relief, to sleep and sleep.

Oh … and I totally realise no-one is going to be interested in this hahaha! Well, one would, but she isn’t on myspace, and the other might because she finds everything interesting … god bless you girlfriend 🙂 Call this a scrapbooky type of post. Somewhere to keep my magpie feathers and funny stones I pick up off the ground.