Min Be The Travaille, And Thin Be

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

Mercy Surpasses Justice.

Death Is The End Of Every Worldly Pain.

In Love There Is But Little Rest.