A celuy que pluys eyme en mounde.


Anyone have a clue? at all? I know its probably middle english. Google searches dont turn up much other than something about "lines from love letters" but thats a bit vauge for me.

It's macronic poetry, mixed language. It's a line from Robert Briffault's The Troubadours

Here's a page with some information for you:
http://www.languagehat.com/archives/000790.php

And here is the book:
http://www.ilab.org/db/book319_7324.html

Ah cheers mate.