Here you will find the Poem The Accounte Of W. Canynges Feast of poet Thomas Chatterton
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.
