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Unto the Deid gois all Estaitis,
Princis, Prellattis, and Potestaitis,
Baith riche and puire of all degré;
Timor Mortis conturbat me. 20

He takis the Knychtis in to feild,
Anarmit under helme and scheild;
Victour he is at all mellie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

That strang unmercifull tyrand 25
Takis on the Mutheris breist sowkand
The Bab, full of benignité:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the Campioun in the stour,
The Capitane closit in the tour, 30
The Lady in bour full of bewtie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He spairis no Lord for his piscence.
Nor Clerk for his intelligence;
His awfull straik may no man flé; 35
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Art Magicianis, and Astrologgis,
Rethoris, Logicianis, Theologgis,
Thame helpis no conclusionis slé;
Timor Mortis conturbat me. 40