Poem by Thomas Chatterton

The Accounte of W. Canynges Feast

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

1. Chorus from Goddwyn
2. The Copernican System
3. An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri
4. Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche
5. Epitaph on Robert Canynge

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