Cap. XLII. Howe Remembraunce Made His Epytaphy on His Grave

The good dame Mercy, with dame Charite, My body buried full right humbly, In a fayre temple of olde antiquite: There was for me a dirige devoutly, And with many a masse full right solemynely; And over my grave to be in memory Remembraunce made this lytle epetaphy:

O erth! on erth, it is a wonders case, That thou art blynde and wyll not the know, Though upon erth thou hast thy dwellyng place; Yet erth at last must nedes the overthrow. Thou thinkest thou do be no erth I trow, For if thou diddest thou woldest than apply To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dye.