Ye olde

'Ser Herry Inglose is passed to God this nygth, hos sowle God asoyll, and was caryid forth this day at IX of the clok to Seynt Feythis, and there shall be beryid. If ye desyer to bey any of hys stuff I pray you send me word ther-of in hast'.

'Pepyll of this contre begynyth to wax wyld, and it is seyd her that my lord of Clarans and the Dwek of Suthfolk, and serteyn jwgys wyth hem schold come down and syt on syche pepyll as be noysyd ryotous in this contre'.

'Send me word how ye doo of yowyr syknes that ye had on yowyr hey and yowyr lege; and yff God wol nowt ssuffyr yow to haue helth, thank him ther-off and takyt passhently, and com hom a-geyn to me'.

Extracts from three letters written by Margaret Paston to various relatives in the 1460s. All perfectly legible right? I don't understand people who say that medieval English is nothing like the modern tongue...