Anonymous · published 1534 · first performed or written c.1519 (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Lord I will in the world go renover all And truly out search both great and small Everyman I will be set that liveth beastly Out of god's laws/ and dreadeth not folly He that loveth riches I will strike with my dart His sight to blind/ and from heaven depart Except that alms deeds be his good friend In hell for to dwell/ world without end Loo/ yonder I see everyman walking Full little he thinketh on my coming His mind is on fleshly lusts/ and his treasure And great pain/ it shall cause him to endure Before the lord heaven king Everyman/ stand still/ whether art that going Thus gaily Hast thou thy maker forget Why askest thou wouldest thou were ye sir I will show you In great hast I am send to the From god out of his majesty What/ send to me ye certainly Though thou have forget him here He thinketh on the in the heavenly spear As or we depart thou shall know What desireth god of me That shall I show the A reckoning he will needs have Without longer respite To give a reckoning longer leisure I crave This blind matter trubleth my wit On the thou must take a long journey Therefore thy book of count with the thou bring For turn again thou can not by no way And look thou be sure of thy reckoning For before god shalt thou answer and show Thy many bad deeds and good but a few How thou hast speed thy life and in what wise Before the chief lord of paradise Have a do that we were in that way For were thou well thou shalt make none attournay Full uneedy I am such reckoning to give I know the not what messenger art thou I am death that no man dreadeth For every man I rest and none spareth For it is god's commandment That all to me should be obedient O death thou cummest what I had the leeft in mind In thy power it lieth me to save yet of my good will I give the if ye will be kind ye a thousand pound shalt thou have And defer this matter till another day Every man it may not be by no way I set not by gold silver nor richesse Ne by pope/ emperor/ king/ duke/ ne princes For and I would receive geftes great All the world I might get All my custom is clean contrary I give the no respite come hens and not tarry Alas shall I have no longer respite I may say death giveth no warning To think on the it maketh my heart seek For all unready is my book of reckoning But .xii. year and I might have a biding My counting book I would make so clear That my reckoning I should not need to fere Wherefore death I pray the for god's mercy Spare me till I be provided of remedy
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¶Lorde I wyll in the worlde go renouer all And truely out ſerche bothe great and ſmall Eueryman I wyll be ſet that lyueth beeſtly Out of goddes lawes / and dredeth not foly He that loueth ryches I wyll ſtryke with my darte His ſyght to blynde / and from heuen depart Excepte that almes dedes be his good frende In hell for to dwell / worlde without ende Loo / yonder I ſe eueryman walkynge Full lytell he thynketh on my cummynge His mynde is on fleſſhely luſtes / and his treaſure And great payne / it ſhall cauſe hym to endure Before the lorde heuen kynge Eueryman / ſtonde ſtyll / whether arte yt goynge Thus gayly Haſt thou thy maker forget ¶Why aſkeſt thou Woldeſt thou were ¶ye ſyr I wyll ſhew you In great haſt I am ſende to the From god out of his maieſtye ¶What / ſende to me ¶ye certaynly Though thou haue forgete hym here He thynketh on the in the heuenly ſpere As or we departe thou ſhall knowe ¶What deſyreth god of me ¶That ſhall I ſhewe the A rekenynge he wyll nedes haue Without lenger reſpyte ¶To gyue a rekenynge longer layſer I craue This blynde mater trubleth my wytte ¶On the thou muſt take a longe Iourney Therfore thy boke of counte wt the thou brynge For turne agayne thou can not by no waye And loke thou be ſure of thy rekenynge For before god ſhalte thou anſwere and ſhewe Thy many badde dedes and good but a fewe How thou haſt ſpede thy lyfe and in what wyſe Before the chefe lorde of paradyſe Haue a do that we were in that waye For were yu well thou ſhalte make none attournay ¶Full vneedy I am ſuche rekenynge to gyue I knowe the not what meſſanger arte thou ¶I am dethe that no man dredeth For euery man I reſt and none ſpareth For it is goddes commaundement That all to me ſholde be obedyent ¶O deth thou cūmeſt what I had ye leeft in mynde In thy power it lyeth me to ſaue yet of my good wyll I gyue the yf ye wyll be kynde ye a thouſande pounde ſhalte thou haue And dyfferre this mater tyll another daye ¶Euery man it may not be by no waye I ſet not by golde ſyluer nor rycheſſe Ne by pope / emperoure / kynge / duke / ne prynces For and I wolde receyue geftes great All the worlde I myght gete All my cuſtome is clene contrary I gyue the no reſpyte come hens and not tary ¶Alas ſhall I haue no longer reſpyte I may ſaye deth geueth no warnynge To thynke on the it maketh my herte ſecke For all vnredy is my boke of rekenynge But .xii. yere and I myght haue a bydynge My countynge boke I wolde make ſo clere That my rekenynge I ſholde not nede to fere Wherfore deth I praye the for goddes mercy Spare me tyll I be prouyded of remedy