Charles Brockden Brown (1771–1810). Edgar Huntley; or, Memoirs of a Sleep-Walker. 1857.
The Minor PoemsXIX. The Compleint of Chaucer to his empty Purse
TO you, my purse, and to non other wightCompleyne I, for ye be my lady dere!I am so sory, now that ye be light;For certes, but ye make me hevy chere,Me were as leef be leyd up-on my bere;For whiche un-to your mercy thus I crye:Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!Now voucheth sauf this day, or hit be night,That I of you the blisful soun may here,Or see your colour lyk the sonne bright,That of yelownesse hadde never pere.Ye be my lyf, ye be myn hertes stere,Quene of comfort and of good companye:Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!Now purs, that be to me my lyves light,And saveour, as doun in this worlde here,Out of this toune help me through your might,Sin that ye wole nat been my tresorere;For I am shave as nye as any frere.But yit I pray un-to your curtesye:Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!Lenvoy de Chaucer.
O conquerour of Brutes Albioun!Which that by lyne and free elecciounBen verray king, this song to you I sende;And ye, that mowen al our harm amende,Have minde up-on my supplicacioun!