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LIV. Hec sunt verba prophetica:
‘Amittes mundi prospera.’
1
O man, whiche art the erthe take froo,Ayene into erthe thou shalt goo.
The wyse man in his lore seith soo:
‘Amittes mundi prospera.’
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2
Bysshop or emperoure though that thou be,Kynge, prince or duke of high degree,
Emperesse or quene or lady free,
Amittes mundi prospera.
3
Though of richesse thou haue thy willeOf mete and drinke having thy fille,
When dredefull dethe shall come the tille,
Amittes mundi prospera.
4
Iob seith: ‘Good lorde, of me haue myende,For why my lyfe is but a wyende:
To erth I shall ayene by kyende.’
Amittes mundi prospera.
5
Thou shalt not, man, abyde here ay,But, as a floure, shalt fade away;
Therfore to the I dare wele say:
‘Amittes mundi prospera.’
6
Criste graunt vs grace, that we come mayTo heven blis, that lasteth aye,
Where is no nyght, but ever day
Et infinita prospera.
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