"Thenne welcome dethe! for lyfe eterne I leave thys mortall lyfe: Farewell, vayne world, and alle that's deare, Mye sonnes and lovynge wyfe! "Nowe dethe as welcome to mee comes, 205 Quod Canynge, ""Tys a goodlie thynge And from thys world of peyne and grefe To Godde ynne Heav'n to flie." And nowe the belle began to tolle, And claryonnes to sound; 210 "Teache them to runne the nobile race A dreery spectacle; Hys hedde was placed onne the hyghe Heere, uponne mie true loves grave, Schalle the baren fleurs be laydę, Nee one hallie Seyncte to save Al the celness of a mayde. Mie love ys dedde, Gonne to hys death-bedde, 25 30 35 49 Though pinched with cold, asks never.Kate is crazed. I see a column of slow-rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild. A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miserable meal. A kettle, slung 560 Between two poles upon a stick transverse, Receives the morsel; flesh obscene of dog, Or vermin, or, at best, of cock purloined From his accustomed perch. Hard-faring race! They pick their fuel out of every hedge, 565 Which, kindled with dry leaves, just saves unquenched The spark of life. The sportive wind blows wide To conjure clean away the gold they touch, Conveying worthless dross into its place; Loud when they beg, dumb only when they steal. Strange! that a creature rational, and cast In human mould, should brutalize by choice 575 His nature, and, though capable of arts By which the world might profit and himself, Self-banished from society, prefer 580 They swathe the forehead, drag the limping limb, And vex their flesh with artificial sores, Can change their whine into a mirthful |