How may we two the deth eschewe or schone?
We drery wightës two, where may we wone?
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Thu art of counfort destitute, I se,
And so am I! o, carefull now be we!
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Un-to oure hertës, deth hath sent his wonde;
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Non of vs may allegen othir-is peyne;
So many sorwis in vs two abounde,
We haue no myght fro [[MS. for]] sorwe vs to restreyne.
I se non othir, but deyë mot we tweyne;
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Now let vs stervë here be companye:
Stervë thu there, & right here I wil dye.
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O Aungeles, theï [[though]] ye mornë, wayle & wepe,
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Ye do no wrong; for slayn is youre créatoure,
Be the poepil þat ye were wont to kepe,
To gide & lede: thei to the dedës [[death's]] schowre
have put him. thow ye have wo & langoure,
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No wonder is it: who may blamë yowe?
And most chier he had, of hem þat him slowe.
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O special love, which þat me ioyned hast
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Vnto my sone, ful strong is thi knettyng! [folio 66b]
This day, there-inne fynde I a bitter tast;
ffor now I tast & felë the streynyng
Of deth, be thi deth: deth fele I me styng.
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O purë modier, what schalt thu now seye?
Pore Maryë! thi witte is now awey.
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Maria, nay, but 'marred' I the call;
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So may I weel; for þou art, weel I wot,
Vessel of care & woo, & sorwes alle.
Now þou art frosty coold; now fery hoot;
And right as þat a schippe, or barge or boot,
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Among the wawës dryveth sternëles,
So dost thu, woful woman counfortles.
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And also of modier hast þou lost the style;
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No more may thu be called by that name.
