He felle dede doun colde as ony stone.
Sen for the deid remeid is none, Best is that we for dede dispone Eftir our deid that lif may we: Timor mortis conturbat me.
Proue thy fréende er thou haue néede, but in déede A fréende is neuer knoen tyll a man haue néede.
On a nygth, as this creatur lay in hir bedde wyth hir husbond, sche herd a sownd of melodye so swet and delectable, hir thowt, as sche had ben in paradyse. And therwyth sche styrt owt of hir bedde and seyd, "Alas, that evyr I dede synne, it is ful mery in hevyn."margery kempe