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THE WORM OUROBOROS Unto the Death gois all Estatis, Princis, Prelattis, and Potestatis,
 * Baith rich and poor of all degree:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the knichtis in to field Enarmit under helm and scheild;
 * Victor he is at all mellie:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

That strong unmerciful tyrand Takis, on the motheris breast sowkand,
 * The babe full of benignitie:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the campion in the stour, The captain closit in the tour,
 * The lady in bour full of bewtie:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He spairis no lord for his piscence, Na clerk for his intelligence;
 * His awful straik may no man flee:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Art-magicianis and astrologis, Rethoris, logicianis, theologis,
 * Them helpis no conclusionis slee:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

In medecine the most practicianis, Leechis, surrigianis, and physicianis,
 * Themself from Death may nocht supplee:—
 * Timor Mortis conturbat me.

When the Red Foliot had spoken thus far his dirge, he was interrupted by an unseemly brawling betwixt Corinius and one of the sons of Corund. For Corinius, who gave not a fig for music or dirges, but liked well of carding and dicing, had brought forth his dice box to play with the son of Corund. They played awhile to Corinius's great content, for at every throw he won and the other's purse waxed light. But at this