Mie boolie entes, adiewe: ne more… Of guilden merke shalle mete mie j… Ne moe the sylver noble sheenynge… Shalle fylle mie hande wythe weigh… Ne moe, ne moe, alas, I calle you…

Says Tom to Jack, ’tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be so very like the devil. Jack, understand, was one of those…

O CHRYSTE, it is a grief for m… HOW manie a nobil erle and valrou… In fyghtynge for Kynge Harrold no… Al sleyne in Hastyngs feeld in bl… O sea! our teeming donore han thy…

AS onn a hylle one eve sittynge, At oure Ladie’s Chyrche mouche wo… The counynge handieworke so fyne, Han well nighe dazeled mine eyne; Quod I; some counynge fairie hand…

PERSONS REPRESENTED. HAROLDE, bie T. Rowleie, the… GODDWYN, bie Johan de Iscamme. ELWARDE, bie Syrr Thybbot Gor… ALSTAN, bie Syrr Alan de Vere.

SCENE I. AT BRYSTOWE. ÆLLA AND SERVITOURES. AELLA. TYS nowe fulle morne; I thoughte…

This is the last Will and Testament of me, Thomas Chatterton, of the city of Bristol; being sound in body, or it is the fault of my last surgeon: the soundness of my mind, the coroner a...

OH Truth! immortal daughter of th… Too lyttle known to wryters of the… Teach me, fayre Saincte! hy passy… To blame a friend and give a foema… The fickle moone, bedeckt wythe sy…

In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan… And hotte upon the mees did caste… The apple rodded from its palie gr… And the mole peare did bende the l… The peede chelandri sunge the live…

Wythe straunge depyctures, Nature maie nott yeelde, Soe the neshe flowerr grees ynne the woodeland shade. Syke ynn the weal of kynde all thynges are partes of onne. Herawde, bie heavenn...

THOROWE the halle the belle han… Byelecoyle doe the Grave beseeme; The ealdermenne doe sytte arounde, Ande snoffelle oppe the cheorte st… Lyche asses wylde ynne desarte was…

Almighty Framer of the Skies! O let our pure devotion rise, Like Incense in thy Sight! Wrapt in impenetrable Shade The Texture of our Souls were mad…

On Tiber’s banks, Tiber, whose wa… In slow meanders down to Gaigra’s… And circling all the horrid mounta… Rushes impetuous to the deep profo… Rolls o’er the ragged rocks with h…

Behold! just coming from above, The judge, with majesty and love! The sky divides, and rolls away, T’admit him through the realms of… The sun, astonished, hides its fac…

Young Colin was as stout a boy As ever gave a maiden joy; But long in vain he told his tale To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale. Ah why, the whining shepherd cried…