And wol some day that very year
Touchen with foulė venime spear
And sadly do them all to die.—
Hem all shalt thou see verilie—
And everichon shall by thee pass
All who must die that year, Alas.'
"Als[205] writith he of swevenis,[206]
Men han beforne they wake in bliss,
Whanne that hir friendės thinke hem bound
In crimpèd shroude farre under grounde;