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 | Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century |  |
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164. Death, the Port of Peace
Howe cometh al ye That ben y-broughtIn bondes,—full of bitter besynesse
of erthly luste, abydynge in your thought?
Here ys the reste of all your besynesse,
Here ys the porte of peese, & resstfulnes
to them that stondeth In stormes of dys[e]se,
only refuge to wreches In dystrese,
and all comforte of myschefe & mys[e]se.
| Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | |