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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

Life and Death, 1460?

Anonymous

WHEN Death driveth at the door · with his darts keen,

Then no truce can be taken · no treasure on earth;

But all lordships be lost · and the life both.

If thou have pleased the Prince · that Paradise wieldeth,

There is no berne born · that may thy bliss reckon!

But if thou have wrongfully wrought · and wilt not amend,

Thou shalt bitterly bie · or else the Book faileth!

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Why kill’st thou the body · that never care wrought?

The grass, nor the green trees · grievèd thee never!

But come forth, in their kinds · Christians to help,

With all beauty and bliss · that berne might devise.

But of my meiny thou marreth · marvelled I have,

How thou dar’st do them to death · each day so many!

And the handiwork of Him · that Heaven wieldeth!

How keepest thou his commandments · thou caitiff wretch!