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WILLIAM DUNBAR

Unto the ded gois all Estatis, Princis, Prclatis, and Potestatis, Baith rich and poor of all degree: Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the knichtis in to the field Enarmit under helm and scheild; Victor he is at all mellie:

Timor Mortis conturbat me.

That strong unmerciful tyrand Takis, on the motheris breast sowkand, The babe full of benignitic: Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the campion in the stour, The captain closit in the tour, The lady in bour full of bewtie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He spairis no lord for his pisccnce, Na clerk for his intelligence; His awful straik may no man flee. Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Art-magician is and astrologgis, Rethoris, logicianis, and theologgis, Them helpis no conclusions slec: Timor Mortis conturbat me.

In medccine the most practicianis, Leechis, surrigianis, and physicianis, Themself fra dcd may not supplec: Timor Mortis conturbat me.

mellie] mellay. sowkand] sucking, campion] champion, stour] fight, piscence] puissance, straik] stroke, supplee] save.

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