fol. 189rHwennetextual note 1 thin heou bloketh,
And thi strengthe woketh,
And thi neose coldeth,
And thi tunge voldeth,explanatory note 1explanatory note 2
line5And the byleveth thi breth,
And thi lif the atgeth,textual note 2
Metextual note 3 nymeth the, nuthe wrecche;
On flore me the streccheth,
And leyth the on bere,textual note 4
line10And bipreonethexplanatory note 3 the on here,explanatory note 4
And doth the ine putte wurmes ivereexplanatory note 5textual note 5 —
Theonne bith hit sone of the al so thu never nere.explanatory note 6textual note 6
fol. 189rWhen your hue grows pale,
And your strength weakens,
And your nose grows cold,
And your speech fails,
line5And your breath leaves you,
And your life departs from you,
They take you now, poor man;
They stretch you on the floor,
And lay you on the bier,
line10And sew you up in a haircloth,
And put you in a pit with worms —
Then soon it will be as if you never were.