I see the bones across that lie;
Yet little think, that I must die.
I read the label underneathe,
That telleth me whereto I must:
I see the sentence eke that saithe
"Remember, man, that thou art duste;"
But yet, alas, but seldom I
Do think indeed, that I must die!
Continually at my bed's head
An hearse doth hang, which doth me tell