Everything bursts into life and blossom at her presence,

And the grass that was grey greened belive. _forthwith._

But the finest passage is part of Life's answer to Death, who has been
triumphing over her:

How didst thou joust at Jerusalem, with Jesu, my Lord,
Where thou deemedst his death in one day's time! _judgedst._
There wast thou shamed and shent and stripped for aye! _rebuked._
When thou saw the king come with the cross on his shoulder,
On the top of Calvary thou camest him against;
Like a traitor untrue, treason thou thought;
Thou laid upon my liege lord loathful hands,
Sithen beat him on his body, and buffeted him rightly, _then._
Till the railing red blood ran from his sides; _pouring down._

Sith rent him on the rood with full red wounds: _then._
To all the woes that him wasted, I wot not few,
Then deemedst (him) to have been dead, and dressed for ever.
But, Death, how didst thou then, with all thy derffe words, _fierce._
When thou pricked at his pap with the point of a spear,
And touched the tabernacle of his true heart,
Where my bower was bigged to abide for ever? _built._
When the glory of his Godhead glinted in thy face,
Then wast thou feared of this fare in thy false heart; _affair._
Then thou hied into hell-hole to hide thee belive; _at once._
Thy falchion flew out of thy fist, so fast thou thee hied;
Thou durst not blush once back, for better or worse, _look._