In the courtyard below the platform, at some distance, there was an open grave; and looking at it he said to Beauty:
“Friends, let us not turn again to this land,
Not for all the world’s gold;
For into this cave must I creep
And turn to earth, and then to sleep.”
“What! into this grave? Alas! (exclaimed Beauty)
And what—should I smother here?”
“Yes, by my faith (said Everyman), and never more appear;
In this world live no more we shall,
But in heaven, before the highest Lord of all.”