Classic Poem

Farewell Mercy, farewell thy piteous grace,
So wellawey, that Vengeaunce shall prevaile,
Farewell the beamid light of hevins place,
Unto mankinde thou mayst nomore availe,
The pure derknes of hell thee doth assaile,
O light in vain, the clips hath thee incluse,
Man was thy lord, now man is thy refuse.

O Seraphin, yeve up thine armony!
O Cherubin, thy glory do away!
O ye Thronis, late be all melody!
Youre Ierarchy disteined is for ay!
Youre Maisteresse see in what aray
She lith in soune, ylorene with debate!
Farewell, farewell, pure household desolate!

O souverain mighty Dominaciounes,
O ye Virtutes and ye Potestates,
O Principatis with all youre hevenly sounes,
Archaungell, Aungell, o thries thre Estates,
Youre spouse, Dame Pease, overset is with debates!
Now may ye wepe, and Ierarchies thre,
Youre Ordres nine may nat restorid be.

Farewell ye all! Dame Mercy lith in soune;
For Sothfastnes accusid hath mankinde,
And Rightwisnes, that shold do all reasoune,
Hath dampnid him as crewell and unkinde.
Mercy ne Pease for theim no grace may finde;
Natwithstanding jugement may have no sute
Because of pease but hit be execute.

Wo worth debate that never may have pease!
Wo worth penaunce that asketh no pite!
Wo worth vengeaunce that mercy may nat cease!
Wo worth jugement that hath noon equite!
Wo worth that trewthe that hath no charite!
Wo worth that juge that may none gilty save!
And wo worth right that may no favour have!