in me. Heres hore ben shad overtymeliche upon myn heved,
and the [slake] skin trembleth upon myn empted body. Thilke
deeth of men is weleful that ne cometh not in yeres that ben
[swete], but cometh to wrecches, often [y-cleped].
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Allas! allas! with how deef an ere deeth, cruel, torneth awey
fro wrecches, and [naiteth] to closen wepinge eyen! Whyl Fortune,
unfeithful, favorede me with [lighte] goodes, the sorowful houre,
that is to seyn, the deeth, hadde almost dreynt myn heved. [But]
[now], for Fortune cloudy hath chaunged hir deceyvable chere to