Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

All Love Is Lost But Upon God Alone.

I That In Heill Wes And Gladnes Am Trublit Now With Gret Seiknes And Feblit With Infermite: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.* * Fear Of Death Troubles Me.

To God Be Humble, To Thy Friend Be Kind, And With Thy Neighbors Gladly Lend And Borrow; His Chance Tonight, It Maybe Thine Tomorrow.