all that was most honoured
fuweles quale holde. of the foul dead carcase,
the thu icwemedest aer. 175 that thou formerly delightedst
mid alre _kunde_ swetnesse. with all kind of sweetness,
theo thu swuthe lufedest. that thou much didst love.
theo swetnesse is nu al agon. The sweetness is now all gone,
that b_ittere_ the bith fornon. the bitter is thee near,
that bittere ilaesteth aeffre. 180 that bitter lasteth ever,
that swete ne cumeth the _naeffre_. that sweet cometh to thee never.
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_thun_cheth that thu hire bi_lei_ben. thinketh that thou here remain.
[gh]et saeith theo sowle. Yet saith the soul
soriliche to then licame. 185 sadly to the body:
sae _ne thea_rft thu on stirope. see, thou canst not on stirrup
stonden mid fotan. stand with thy feet,
on nenne goldfohne bowe. on no gold-glittering saddle;
for thu _scal_t faren alto howe. for thou shalt journey all to woe,
and thu scalt nu ruglunge. 190 and thou shalt now backwards
ridaen to thaere eorthe. ride to the earth;
ut _sceo_t aet thaere dure. shut out at the door,
ne thearft thu naeffre on[gh]ean.
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