To this summons the sorrowful juggler replies:
What may availe mankynde naturale?
Not any crafte schevid [668] by apparance,
Or course of steres above celestial [669],
Or of heavens all the influence,
Ageynst Deth to stonde at defence.
Lygarde-de-mayne [670] now helpith me right noughte:
Farewell, my craft and all such sapience;
For Deth hath mo masteries [671] than I have wroughte.