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Bulchevy's Book of English Verse by Anonymous
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Good Maister Walter Kennedy
In point of Death lies verily;
Great ruth it were that so suld be:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Sen he has all my brether tane,
He will naught let me live alane;
Of force I man his next prey be:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Since for the Death remeid is none,
Best is that we for Death dispone,
After our death that live may we:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

heill] health. bruckle] brittle, feeble. slee] sly. dansand]
dancing. sicker] sure. wicker] willow. wannis] wanes. mellie]
mellay. sowkand] sucking. campion] champion. stour]
fight. piscence] puissance. straik] stroke. supplee]
save. makaris] poets. the lave] the leave, the rest. padyanis]
pageants. anteris] adventures. schour] shower. endite]
inditing. fallowis] fellows. wichtis] wights, persons. man]
must. dispone] make disposition.


Anonymous. 15th Cent.

22. May in the Green-Wood

IN somer when the shawes be sheyne,
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