There is a mystery about wheat which grows deeper and stronger as one shares its life. […] It is more attractingly, hungrily alive than any fruit or even flower of the field, and the voice of its claim is to be felt in the field and not in the granary.

"This good food, I am thinking it is very likeful.

Here myȝtow see ensamples · in hym-selue one / That he was miȝtful & meke · and mercy gan graunte.

The dreadful punishment of immuring persons, or burying them alive in the walls of convents, was undoubtedly sometimes resorted to by monastic communities.