Two more examples.
(In this one, I kept the y's but had to remove the code letters, since there weren't any i's left)
Lo, tys yn myne thumb as yn anger's veyl. Anger, wrath, outrage! Pray hwhy dost thou cloth thyself yn such a garb? Dancyng bryghtly upon cave as yn hearth. Touch me not, aye cannot endure thy embrace! Spylled upon slaughter's fyeld, shynyng on raven's beak. The rose hath carryed thy guyse for centuryes styll, tys but a kyss whence sharpened pryck concearned, to open one's heart to bring forth thy name! To byte ynto thy soft skyn, and thus taste thy nature, growyng from a branch, be yt apple or currant. To share yn true love's embrace, and so meetyng thyself, to better yet form the petals of affectyon. From thy, aye syp the wyne of thy mouth, sharyng our devotyon. Lyke sweet cherryes, aye shall pyck and pyck, yet no fullness wyll ever sate me. To syt downe and dyne on raspberry tart, to watch thy soup be lyfted to meet wyth thy lyps. Oh sweet ladybug, lyke the rybbons yn thy hayr. Coursyng through our joyned flesh, and so shall fyll our heyr. As the bryck hyts the tomato, so as the lobster's claw, ys thy hayr, a fyery blaze. Settyng aflame myne heart.
(In this version, I kept the code letters but changed the y's to i's)
Lo, tiS in minE thuMb as in anger's veil. Anger, wrath, outrage! Pray hwhy dost thou cloth thyself in such a garb? Dancing brightly upon cave as in hearth. Touch me not, aye cannot endure thy embrace! SpIlled upon slaughTer's fiEld, shining on ravEn's beak. The rose hath caRried tHy guise for centuries still, tis buT a kiss whence sharpened pricK cOncearned, to open one's heart to bring fOrth thy name! To Bite into thy soft skin, and thus tastE tHy naTure, growing from a brancH, be it apple or currant. To share in true love's embrace, and so meetinG thyself, to better yet form the petals of affection. From thy, aye sip the wine of thy moUth, sharing our devOtion. Like sweet cheRries, aye sHall pick and pick, yeT no fullness will ever sate me. To sit downe and dine on rasPberry tart, to watch thy soup be lifted to meet with thy lips. Oh sweet ladybug, like the rIbbons in thy hair. Coursing through our joined fLesh, and so shall fill our heir. As the brick hits the tomato, so as the lobster's claw, is thy hair, a fiery blaze. Setting aFlame mine heart.