46. Alas, my hart will brek in thre,
Terribilis mors conturbat me.
1
Illa juventis that is so nyse
Me deduxit in to vayn devise,
Infirmus sum, I may not rise,
Terribilis mors conturbat me.
2
Dum juvinus fui, lytill I dred,
Set semper in sinne I ete my bred,
Jam ductus sum in to my bed,
Terribilis mors [conturbat me.]
3
Corpus migrat in to my sowle,
Respicit demon in his rowle,
Desiderat ipse to haue his tolle,
Terribilis mors [conturbat me.]
4
Christus se ipsum, whan he shuld dye,
Patri suo his manhode did crye:
“Respice me pater, that is so hye!”
Terribilis mors [conturbat me.]
5
Queso jam the trynyte,
Duc me from this vanyte
In celum, ther is joy with the,
Terribilis mors conturbat me.
Explicit.