This wofull man rose up in all his paine, And departid with wepyng countinaunce, His wofull herte almoste to braste in twaine, Full like to die, walkyng forthe in a
traunce, And sayid, Deth, come forthe, thy self avaunce, Or that rayne herte forget his propertie, And make shortir all this wofull penaunce, Of my pore life, full of adversitie....