(3)
Seint bernard seiþ in his bok,
Þa[t] man is werm, and wermes hok,
And wermes he shal feden;
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Wen his lif him is bireued,
In his rug and in his heued
Shulen grisliche wermes breden.
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(4)
Þe fles sal melten from þe bon,
Þe senewes sundren euerichon,
Þe body hit sal defien.
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Ȝe þat wilen þat soþe .I.-seen,
Oundoþ þe graues þere þey been,
And lokeþ wat þere lien.
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(5)
Mon, þou art a feble fom,
Ne hauest þou here non siker hom;
Ne seye ich þe bote skil;
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Þi riȝte stude is helles wer;
Ihesus lete ous comen þer,
Þorou his swete wil! [folio 126]
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(6)
Þi fles stont aȝein þi gost:
Wen þou shalt deyen, þou ne wost,
Nouþer day ne niȝt.
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Nedes costes þou most deyen,
Ne may no rauncoun þe forbeyen;
Greyþe þe wiles þou miȝt!
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(7)
A fikel wind, mon, is þi lif,
And deþ draweþ his sarpe knif;
Þou do þe sone sriue!
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If þou counne loke riȝt,
Ne hauest þou here bote fiȝt,
Þe wiles þou art aliue.
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(8)
For nou þou art wrong, nou þou art riȝt,
Nou þou art heui, nou þou art liȝt,
Þou skippest alse a ro;
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