Everyman :
A. C. Cawley

Scene 16

Eueryman.
O, all thynge fayleth, saue God alone —
     841
Beaute, Strength, and Dyscrecyon;
     842
For whan Deth bloweth his blast,
     843
They all renne fro me full fast.
     844
V. Wyttes.
Eueryman, my leue now of the I take.
     845
I wyll folowe the other, for here I the forsake.
     846
Eueryman.
Alas, than may I wayle and wepe,
     847
For I toke you for my best frende.
     848
V. Wyttes.
I wyll no lenger the kepe.
     849
Now fare well, and there an ende.
     850