258. TO DEATH

Thou bidst me come away,

And I'll no longer stay,

Than for to shed some tears

For faults of former years;

And to repent some crimes

Done in the present times;

And next, to take a bit

Of bread, and wine with it;

To don my robes of love,

Fit for the place above;

To gird my loins about

With charity throughout;

And so to travel hence

With feet of innocence;

These done, I'll only cry,

'God, mercy!' and so die.

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