Summary

The Departing Soul's Address to the Body…

Therefore it cometh weeping, and woniende iwiteth. and wailing departeth, thonne Death mid his pricke. when Death, with his dart, pineth thene licame. 20 pineth the body. He walketh and wendeth. He walketh and goeth, and woneth his sithes. and bewails his destiny; he sæith on his bedde. he saith, on his bed, wo me that ic libbe. Wo me! that I live; that æffre min lif dawes. 25 that ever my life thus longe me ilesteth. so long endureth. for heui is his greoning. For heavy is his groaning, and seohrful is his woaning.
Source: Gutenberg

The Departing Soul's Address to the Body…

All rueful is thy lot, efter thin wrecche lif. after thy wicked life. ȝet sæith the soule. 310 Yet saith the soul soriliche to hire licame. sadly to the body, noldest thu la erming. Alas! miserable, wouldst thou not her o to wunienne. here for ever dwell? nes hit the no wiht icunde. it was no whit known to thee that thu icoren me hefdest. 315 that thou hadst chosen me; nes hit icunde the. it was not known to thee more then thine cunne biuoren the. more than to thy kin before thee, ne heold is thin æiȝe opene. nor was thine eye held open theo hwule ic the inne was.
Source: Gutenberg

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