Rye also possessed an unknown poet. On a blank leaf in an old book in the town's archives is written this poem, in the hand of Henry VIII.'s time:—
What greater gryffe may hape
Trew lovers to anoye,
Then absente for to sepratte them
From ther desiered joye?
What comforte reste them then
To ease them of ther smarte,
But for to thincke and myndful bee
Of them they love in harte?