O tell me where and in what lande Is Flora and the Roman lass?Where's Thaïs or the Ladye grande That was her equal in all grace? Saye where doth Echo hyde her faceWhose voice bye streame and pool doth straye, Whose beauty more than mortal was? --But where are the white snowes borne awaye?
Where nowe is learnéd Heloïse For whom poor Abelard lost allQuick fuel of love's agonies. And answered toe the holye call? Likewyse I aske what doth befallThe Queene that Buridan did slaye, Flung to the Seine for burial? --But where are the white snowes borne awaye?
Queene Blanche as anye lily wan, Whose voice was sweet as syrens fayne;Berte, Bicé, Alice loved of man, Or Ermengarde that ruled in Mayne? Or Jean the goode lass from LorrayneBurnt by the Englysh rabble? Saye Where are they Virgin Sovereigne? --But where are the white snowes borne awaye?
Prince, not thys weeke, thys year shall deigneTo thee their hidynge to betraye; The onlye answer thou shalt gaine --But where are the white snowes borne awaye?
