William Dunbar

(1460 - 1522 / Scotland)

William Dunbar Poems

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Lament For The Makers

I THAT in heill was and gladness
Am trublit now with great sickness
And feblit with infirmitie:--
   Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Our plesance here is all vain glory,
This fals world is but transitory,
The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:--
   Timor Mortis conturbat me.

The state of man does change and vary,
Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary,
Now dansand mirry, now like to die:--
   Timor Mortis conturbat me.

No state in Erd here standis sicker;
As with the wynd wavis the ...

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