William Caxton,
The Book of the Craft of Dying
(1917)
“ Now be we born, and now be we dead anon; and all our life is not a moment. Now we be in torment everlasting: our joy is turned into weeping, carols to sorrow, garlands, robes, games, feasts, and all goods to us be fallen. Such be the songs of hell. And Holy Writ telleth us that this life is not but a passage, and for to live is not but for to pass. Then for to live is not but for to die, and that is sooth as the Paternoster. For when thou beginnest for to live, anon thou shalt begin for to die: and all thine age and thy time that is passed, death hath it conquered and holdeth. ”
