Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

T HOROWE the halle the Belle han sounde;
Byelecoyle doe the Grave beseeme;
The Ealdermenne doe sytte arounde,
And snoffelle oppe the cheorte steeme,
Lyke asses wylde ynne desarte waste
Swotelye the Morneynge ayre doe taste.
Syche coyne thie ate, the Minstrels plaie,
The dynne of angelles doe theie kepe;
Heie stylle, the Guestes ha ne to saie,
Butte nodde yer thankes ande falle aslape.
Thos echone daie bee I to deene,
Gyf Rowley, Iscamm, or Tyb. Gorges be ne seene.