Well, it's over, and syth's and lamentations won't mend the matter!
"The Deerslayer" by James Fenimore Cooper
It were great maruayle forsoth syth he hath be.
"The Ship of Fools, Volume 1" by Sebastian Brandt
Naught far'd so the other Syth he to the war-tide had gear'd him to wend.
"The Tale of Beowulf" by Anonymous
But syth it is somdele chaunged.
"The Teaching and Cultivation of the French Language in England during Tudor and Stuart Times" by Kathleen Lambley
And wan the Vycar tolde me I wyste ther of no worde, nor zet do be Sir Roberde, for he syth he were loth to make any stryfe.
"The Paston Letters, Volume II (of 6)"
I am beholde to hem, for they have sent to me dyvers tymys sythe ye yed hense.
"The Paston Letters, Volume III (of 6)"
I sent no lettyr to my fadyr, never syn I departyd fro yow, for I kowd get no man to London, and never sythe.
"The Paston Letters, Volume IV (of 6)"
Syth then it must be thus
And this is all to ill,
I yeelde me captiue to my curse,
My harde fate to fulfill.
"A Fancy" by Edward Dyer
"Althoughe itt is seven yeare and more
Syth my daughter was in halle,
She shall come downe once for your sake,
To glad my guestes alle."
"King Estmere" by Anonymous British