"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 "Tyll tyredd oute wythe ravyngs loude, Shee fellen2 onne the flore; Syr Charles exerted alle hys myghte, 255 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 |