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Unto the Deid gois all Estaitis,

Princis, Prellattis, and Potestaitis,

Baith riche and puire of all degré;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the Knychtis in to feild,

Anarmit under helme and scheild;

Victour he is at all mellie:

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

That strang unmercifull tyrand

Takis on the Mutheris breist sowkand

The Bab, full of benignité:

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the Campioun in the stour,

The Capitane closit in the tour,

The Lady in bour full of bewtie:

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He spairis no Lord for his piscence.

Nor Clerk for his intelligence;

His awfull straik may no man flé;

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Art Magicianis, and Astrologgis,

Rethoris, Logicianis, Theologgis,

Thame helpis no conclusionis slé;

Timor Mortis contui-bat me.