My Soul worschips the Louerd, and my Gott joyed in God my hele For he lokyd ye mekenes of hys hondemayden: So for iken of yat blissefulle schall sey me all generacjouns; For he has don to me grete thingis yat mercy is, and his nam hely. He likewise translated all the Psalms of _David_, as also the _Collects, Epistles_ and _Gospels_ for the whole year, together with the _Pater Noster_ and _Creed_; though there was then another _Pater Noster_ and _Creed_ used in the Church, sent into _England_ by _Adrian_ the Fourth, Pope of _Rome_, an _Englishman_, the Son of _Robert Breakspeare_ of _Abbots Langley_ in _Hertfordshire_, unto King _Henry_ the Second; which (for variety sake) we shall give you as followeth: Pater Noster. Ure fader in hevene riche, Thi nom be haliid everliche, Thou bring us to thi michilblisce, Thi wil to wirche thu us wille, Als hit is in hevene ido Ever in erth ben hit also, That heli bred that lastyth ay, Thou sende hious this ilke day, Forgiv ous al that we hauith don, Als we forgiu och oder mon, He let ous falle in no founding, Ak seilde ous fro the foul thing. Amen. The Creed. I Beleeve in God fader almigty, shipper of heven and erth, And in Jhesus Crist his onle thi son vre Louerd, That is iuange thurch the hooli Ghost, bore of Mary Maiden, Tholede pine undyr Pounce Pilate, pitcht on rode tre, dead and yburiid. Litcht into helle, the thridde day fro death arose, Steich into hevene, sit on his fader richt hand God Almichty, Then is cominde to deme the quikke and the dede, I beleve in ye hooli Gost, Alle hooli Chirche, None of alle hallouen forgivenis of sine, Fleiss uprising, Lif withuten end. Amen. When this _Richard_ the Hermit died, we cannot find, but conjecture it to be about the middle of the Reign of King _John_, about the year 1208. * * * * * _JOSEPH_ of _Exeter_.