The Rowley Poems - THE ACCOUNTE OF W.CANYNGES FEAST.

THE ACCOUNTE OF W.CANYNGES FEAST.

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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. 10 Thus echone daie bee I to deene, Gyf Rowley, Iscamm, or Tyb. Gorges be ne seene.

 

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