Monasticon Anglicanum: or, the history of the ancient abbies, monasteries, hospitals, cathedral and collegiate churches, with their dependencies, in England and Wales. Also of all such Scotch, Irish, and French monasteries as in any manner relate to those in England ... Illustrated with the original cuts of the cathedral and collegiate churches, and habits of the religious and military orders / First publish'd in Latin by Sir William Dugdale ... To which are now added, exact catalogues of the bishops of the several dioceses, to the year 1717. The whole corrected, and supplied with many useful additions, by an eminent hand.

  • William Dugdale
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1718
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Credit: Monasticon Anglicanum: or, the history of the ancient abbies, monasteries, hospitals, cathedral and collegiate churches, with their dependencies, in England and Wales. Also of all such Scotch, Irish, and French monasteries as in any manner relate to those in England ... Illustrated with the original cuts of the cathedral and collegiate churches, and habits of the religious and military orders / First publish'd in Latin by Sir William Dugdale ... To which are now added, exact catalogues of the bishops of the several dioceses, to the year 1717. The whole corrected, and supplied with many useful additions, by an eminent hand. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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