WILLIAM DUNBAR
Sing, hevin imperial, most of hicht!
Regions of air mak armony! All fish in flud and fowl of flicht
Be mirthful and mak melody'
All Gloria in excelsis cry' Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,
He that is crown it abone the sky Pro nobis Puer natus estl
��24 Lament for the Makers
THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie
Timor Mortis conturbat me*
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��Our plesance here is all vain glory, This fals world is but transitory, The flesh ib bruckle, the Feynd is slee Timor Mortis conturbat me.
The state of man does change and vary, Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary, Now dansand mirry, now like to die Timor Mortis conturbat me.
No state in Erd here standis sicker; As with the wynd wavis the wicker So wannis this world's vanitie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
25 best] beast. 24 heill] health. bruckle] brittle,
feeble. slee] sly. dansand] dancing. sicker] sure,
wicker] willow. wannis] wanes.
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