Latinised Hymns

Who would true valour see

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather;
There's no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.

Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound:
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright;
He'll with a giant fight,
But he will have the right
To be a pilgrim.

No goblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit;
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then, fancies, fly away;
He'll not fear what men say;
He'll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.


Huc, fortitudinem
si quis videbit!
Aestum seu glaciem
hic sustinebit;
nec ullus efficit
ut paenituerit
quod sponsus sibi sit

Fabellis horridis
si forte cingis,
vim eius instruis,
tuam refringis;
terrebit haud leo
gigasve proelio
quin iure sit suo

Non is diabolum
ullum formidat,
ut qui viventium
se fore fidat;
fugatis somniis,
fit, spretis invidis,
die seu tenebris

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