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a man shulde drede death in his herte
For the paynes of death, that be full smerte
That is the last, and also the ende
When the soule from the body shall wende
A sorowfull departynge is that for to tell
For they loue togyther, euermore to dwell
And none of them, wolde from other go
So moche loue, is bytwene them two
And the sadder that two be togyther in loue
As a man and his wyfe, throughe God aboue
The more sorowe, and the longer mournynge
Shall be bytwene them, at theyr departynge
But the body and the soule, with the lyfe
Loueth more togyther, than doth man and wyfe
And whyther that they gone, in good way or euyll
Euer togyther they wolde be styll
But there is encheason, as men may se
Why that they wolde euer togyther be
For encheason that God, throughe his myght and wyt
That body and soule, fyrste togyther knyt
Another is, for that one may nothynge do
But yf that other, wyll helpe therto
The thyrde is, for they shall togyther come
Before our Lorde God, to theyr dome
The fourth encheason is, when they come there
Togyther they shall dwell, without any where
Therfore the more is theyr payne and care
When that one shall from that other fare
And this departynge, may be called death
That flyeth aboute, as doth a mannes breath
Throughe all landes, both farre and nere
And spareth nothynge, for any powere
For prayer ne gyfte, that any man may gyue
Where that death cōmeth, he suffreth no man to lyue
For he ne spareth neyther hye ne lowe
That he ne reueth theyr lyfe in a lytell throwe
So death hath no mercye of no wyght
As saynt Bernarde wytnesseth full ryght.
For the paynes of death, that be full smerte
That is the last, and also the ende
When the soule from the body shall wende
A sorowfull departynge is that for to tell
For they loue togyther, euermore to dwell
And none of them, wolde from other go
So moche loue, is bytwene them two
And the sadder that two be togyther in loue
As a man and his wyfe, throughe God aboue
The more sorowe, and the longer mournynge
Shall be bytwene them, at theyr departynge
But the body and the soule, with the lyfe
Loueth more togyther, than doth man and wyfe
And whyther that they gone, in good way or euyll
Euer togyther they wolde be styll
But there is encheason, as men may se
Why that they wolde euer togyther be
For encheason that God, throughe his myght and wyt
That body and soule, fyrste togyther knyt
Another is, for that one may nothynge do
But yf that other, wyll helpe therto
The thyrde is, for they shall togyther come
Before our Lorde God, to theyr dome
The fourth encheason is, when they come there
Togyther they shall dwell, without any where
Therfore the more is theyr payne and care
When that one shall from that other fare
And this departynge, may be called death
That flyeth aboute, as doth a mannes breath
Throughe all landes, both farre and nere
And spareth nothynge, for any powere
Where that death cōmeth, he suffreth no man to lyue
For he ne spareth neyther hye ne lowe
That he ne reueth theyr lyfe in a lytell throwe
So death hath no mercye of no wyght
As saynt Bernarde wytnesseth full ryght.
Non miserietur in opie nec reueretur diuiciis nec sapientie, nec moribus, nec etati.
He sayeth that death of pouert no mercye takethNeyther to ryche men, rewarde he hath
Neyther to wysdome, that men can shewe
Neyther to olde men, for theyr dayes be fewe
Death wyll haue neyther reuerence nor fauour
Neyther frendshyp of kynge, ne Emperour
Neyther of bysshop, ne yet of prelate
Neyther of other, what soeuer they be of state
Therfore saynt Bernarde, sayth thus in his wrytynge
For euery man shulde drede deathes cōmynge.
Mortem esse cōmunem, cunctis scito viuentibus.
Understande thou he sayth, that death isTo all cōmon, both to more and lesse
And thus shall death vysyte euery man
And yet what he is, no man dyscerne can
But the payne of death, that all shall fele
As telleth a Phylosopher to vs full well.
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