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in heill wes and glaidness,

Am trublit now with gret seikness,

And feblit with infirmitie;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Our plesance heir is all vane glory,

This fals Warld is bot transitory,

The flesche is brukle, the Feynd is slé;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

The stait of Man dois change and vary,

Now sound, now seik, now blyth, now sary,

Now dansand mirry, now like to die;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

No Stait in Erd heir standis sicker;

As with the wynd wavis the wickir,

So wavis this Warldis vanité;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.