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was a petty king in his own county, with his 

 private as well as national feuds, and his little 

 army of retainers and men-at-arms ready to do 

 his bidding, whether to fare forth in service 

 of the king, or to defend his own walls against 

 some powerful neighbour. 



But the houses of the English Renaissance 

 tell us of the new order of things of England 

 in her golden age. The walls of mellow red 

 brick, frosted with grey and gold of lichen ; 

 the rows of wide stone-mullioned windows and 

 hanging oriels ; the delicate, fanciful chimneys 

 rising in great clusters above the pointed gables 

 and the finely-carved parapet ; the broad stone 

 steps leading up to the arcaded hospitable door ; 

 the smooth green terraces, bowling greens and 

 gardens, walled in it is true, but with walls 

 that are covered by fruit trees and Roses, and 

 closed with gates of curiously wrought iron- 

 work, meant more for ornament than defence 

 all these speak to us of the great awakening, 

 of the desire to make life more beautiful, more 

 perfect, which had spread to England from 

 Italy and France during the sixteenth century. 

 Men now began to think of their homes not 



