Worldes blis ne last no throwe; It went and wit awey anon. The langer that ich it iknowe, The lass ich finde pris tharon. For al it is imeind mid care, Mid serwen and mid evel fare, And atte laste, povre and bare It lat man, wan it ginth agon. Al the blis this heer and thare Bilucth at ende weep and mon.