❧ The Daunce and Song of Death.
Come daunce this trace ye people all,
Both Prince and Begger I say:
Yea old, yong, wyse, and Fooles I call,
To graue come take your way.
For Sicknes pipes thereto,
By griefes and panges of wo.
From your gold and siluer,
To graue ye must daunce:
Though you loue it so deare,
And haue therein affiaunce
Thy pryson and chaynes,
From graue cannot kéepe:
But daunce (though in paynes)
Thou shalt thereto créepe.
Ye dallying fyne Louers,
In mydst of your chere:
To daunce here be partners,
And to graue draw ye nere.
From trone of iust iudgement,
Syr Iudge daunce with vs,
To graue come incontinent.
From state so glorious.