]> Irish Quatrains Cid becc—méd frighed—do locht A rí rind An electronic edition Kuno Meyer Electronic edition compiled by Beatrix Färber University College, Cork Professor Marianne McDonald via the CELT Project First draft, revised and corrected. 545 CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College, Cork
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 Manuscript Source Brussels, Bibliothèque Royale, MS 5100–4. The edition used in the digital edition Kuno Meyer Irish Quatrains Zeitschrift für Celtische Philologie 1 Halle/Saale Max Niemeyer 1897 327

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 900–1200 1897 (translation) The text is in Middle Irish. The translation is in English. religious poetry medieval 2011-02-11 Beatrix Färber ed. Header updated, new wordcount made. 2008-09-29 Beatrix Färber ed. Keywords added; file validated. 2008-08-01 Beatrix Färber ed. File converted to XML; value of div0 "type" attribute modified, title elements streamlined, creation date inserted, content of 'langUsage' revised; header modified; new wordcount. 2004-09-20 Beatrix Färber ed. Header constructed; file proofed (2) and marked up; file parsed, HTML file created. 1998 Staff of the CELT Project ed. File proofed (1); some structural markup added. Pre-1997 Staff of the CURIA Project text capture Text scanned in. Cid becc—méd frighed—do locht, airighe for nech do chéin: cid médither slíab do locht, nocha n-airighe fort féin. A rí rind! Cidh dubh mo thech nó cidh finn, nocha n-iadhfaither fri nech, nár' iadha Críst a thech frim. Though a fault be small—the size of a fleshworm — Thou perceivest it on any one from afar: Though a fault be as big as a mountain, Thou dost not perceive it on thyself. O king of stars! Whether my house be dark or bright, It shall not be closed against any one, Lest Christ close His house against me.