Soe falles the fayrest
flourettes
of the playne.
Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems
Botte doe reste mee uponne mie AElla's breaste;
I wylle to thee bewryen the woefulle gare.
Celmonde dyd comme to mee at tyme of reste,
Wordeynge for mee to flie, att your requeste, 1230
To Watchette towne, where you deceasynge laie;
I wyth hym fledde; thro' a murke wode we preste,
Where hee foule love unto mie eares dyd saie;
The Danes--
AELLA.
Oh! I die contente. -- [_dieth_.
BIRTHA.
Oh! ys mie AElla dedde?
O! I will make hys grave mie vyrgyn spousal bedde. 1235
[Birtha _feyncteth_.
COERNYKE.
Whatt? AElla deadde! & Birtha dyynge toe!
Soe falles the fayrest flourettes of the playne.
Who canne unplyte the wurchys heaven can doe,
Or who untweste the role of shappe yn twayne?
AElla, thie rennome was thie onlie gayne; 1240
For yatte, thie pleasaunce, & thie joie was loste.
Thie countrymen shall rere thee, on the playne,
A pyle of carnes, as anie grave can boaste;
Further, a just amede to thee to bee,
Inne heaven thou synge of Godde, on erthe we'lle synge of thee. 1245
THE ENDE.
[Footnote 1: robes, mantels. ]
[Footnote 2: a pen. ]
[Footnote 3: express. ]
[Footnote 4: countenance. ]
[Footnote 5: covered. ]
[Footnote 6: such. ]
[Footnote 7: another. ]
[Footnote 8: at once. ]
[Footnote 9: mighty. ]
[Footnote 10: hardy, valourous. ]
[Footnote 11: violence.
