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I came across this term “mandring wayes” respectively from a play published in 1658 and a poem written in 1678.
When I tried to search this term online, I got no result. Maybe it used to be a term in general use in 17th century but not now?
If I search “mandring” alone, I can see some people use it as a nickname or given name, but no definition is found. As regards “waye”, online dictionaries said it is the plural of waye, and waye is the obsolete spelling of weigh or way.
I am new to literature in early modern period and am totally clueless. Can anyone kindly give me any suggestion or direction? Thx in advance.
The following are excerpts with “mandring wayes”
Sol keeps his throne, and round about him shines
Upon six worlds which walk in single lines,
And eight less Globes, again encompassing
One Th’ Earth, four Jove, Three Saturn with his Ring:
All sing their Maker’s Praise, and show his power
In due proportion moving every hour.
Thrice happy they that leaving mandring wayes
Sloe duely walk to their Creator’s praise.
(Time Tryeth Truth by John Foster on 1681)
Skies send to them a happy morn,
All by milde jubily;
Therefore since peace doth make these thing,
Let as spend all our dayes
To frame such peace while peace doth last
In all our mandring waye:
How bravely Nymphs and Satyrs play,
And skip in valleys low;
And how great Jove doth like the fame
In such a pleasant shew;
(Love and War: A Tragedy by Thomas Meriton 1658)