THOROWE the halle the belle han sounde; <br />Byelecoyle doe the Grave beseeme; <br />The ealdermenne doe sytte arounde, <br />Ande snoffelle oppe the cheorte steeme. <br />Lyche asses wylde ynne desarte waste <br />Swotelye the morneynge ayre doe taste. <br />Syke keene theie ate; the minitrels plaie, <br />The dynne of angelles doe theie keepe; <br />Heie stylle the guestes ha ne to saie, <br />Butte nodde yer thankes ande falle aslape. <br />Thus echone daie bee I to deene, <br />Gyf Rowley, Iscamm, or Tyb. Gorges be ne seene.<br /><br />Thomas Chatterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-accounte-of-w-canynges-feast/
