Of the World's Vanity [Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas]

O wreche, be war, this warld will wend thee fro,
Quhilk hes begylit mony greit estait.
Turne to thy freynd, beleif nocht in thy fo.
Sen thow mon go, be grathing to thy gait;
Remeid in tyme and rew nocht all to lait;
Provyd thy place, for thow away man pas
Out of this vaill of trubbill and dissait:
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas.

Walk furth, pilgrame, quhill thow hes dayis licht,
Dres fra desert, draw to thy duelling place;
Speid home, for quhy anone cummis the nicht
Quhilk dois thee follow with ane ythand chaise.
Bend up thy saill and win thy port of grace,
For and the deith ourtak thee in trespas,
Than may thow say thir wourdis with "allace":
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas.

Heir nocht abydis, heir standis nothing stabill.
This fals warld ay flittis to and fro:
Now day up bricht, now nycht als blak as sabill,
Now eb, now flude, now freynd, now cruell fo,
Now glaid, now said, now weill, now into wo,
Now cled in gold, dissolvit now in as.
So dois this warld transitorie go:
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas.

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