Chatterton, Thomas: The Gouler's Requiem

(quasi Requiem) by Canynge

Mie boolie entes, adiewe: ne more the syghte

Of guilden merke shalle mete mie joieous eyne;

Ne moe the sylver noble sheenynge bryghte,

Shalle fylle mie hande wythe weighte to speke ytte fyne;

Ne moe, ne moe, alas, I calle you myne;

Whyder must you, ah! whydder moste I goe?

I kenne not either! Oh mie emmers dygne,

To parte wythe you wyll wurche me myckle woe.

I must begon, butte where I dare nott telle,

O storthe unto mie mynde! I goe to helle.

Soone as the morne dyd dyghte the roddie sunne,

A shade of theves eache streacke of lyghte dyd seeme;

Whan yn the Heaven full half hys course was ronne,

Eche styrrynge nayghbour dyd mie harte afleme;

Thie Losse, or quyck or slepe, was aie mie dreme;

For thee, O goulde, I did the lawe yerase,

For thee I gotten or bie wiles or breme;

Ynn thee I all mie joie and goode dyd place;

Botte nowe to mee thie pleasaunce ys ne moe,

I kenne notte botte for thee I to the quede muste goe.