I love how some Medieval texts present inanimate objects as living things. In 1639 the parish church of Cirencester was in need of repairs, so a petition was sent to Archbishop Laud:

“I am in comlyness not much inferior to the cathedral church of Bath, but for want of whitelyminge of mark look rustily. My windows are parti-coloured, white I one place and red in another, but I was founded with rich coloured glass, such as in Fayreford church neare me in the same diocese, which is kept decently to this day. The chancell, where is receaved the sacrament, is unsealed like a barne, my pavement is worne out and very unhandsome.”