This Worldes Joie

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Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou thise leves waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike and mourne sare
  When hit cometh in my thoht
  Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.

Nou hit is, and nou hit nys,
Al so hit ner nere, ywys;
That moni mon seith, soth hit ys:
  Al goth bote Godes wille:
  Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle.

Al that gren me graveth grene,
Nou hit faleweth al bydene:
Jehsu, help that hit be sene
  And shild us from helle!
  For y not whider y shal, ne hou longe her duelle.