626. It's not all about me, it's also about thee.

Just now--that's right, this very second!--instead of writing "the," I wrote "thee."

Maybe my aketoun is too tight, or the alderbest excuse, my mind is suffering from accidie. I fear despyt, but the debonairetee of my readers is, Depardieux, a gift. They understand how I disporte, even when it causes divynynge. I shall now ful swithe leave before I maken more stryf or lest ye gale at this mullok leden.

Graunt mercy, lemman. I take leave to go gynglen my keys.

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What?!?!

I don't know.

I found this site (I guess this could explain why I misspelled "the") and certainly I don't need to explain to you, dear reader, how easily I'm amused.

If you are too accidie to click the link, here is the translation:

Maybe my wadded jacket worn under the chain-mail coat is too tight, or the best of all excuse, my mind is suffering from sloth, laziness. I fear scorn, disdain, insult, contempt, but the graciousness of my readers is, by God, a gift. They understand how I amuse one[my]self, even when it causes speculation. I shall now very quickly leave before I cause more trouble or lest ye complain loudly at this rubbish language.

Thank you, sweetheart. I take leave to go jingle my keys.