This at least behoves every man,
That he his soul's course should heed,
How awful it will be
When d**h arrives,
The kinship sunders,
Those that were together,
Body and soul.
Departed from men, the spirit,
In punishment or glory, d**h not discern
While him here in the world,
An earth vessel remains.
The anxious ghost shall come,
Always after seven nights,
A soul, to find the body,
That, from which it had been taken,
Then shall call so sad,
With a cold voice,
The spirit to that dust,
Words of a soul departed,
After it, from its body were led.
"Why hast thou tortured me? Foulness of earth!"
"Why dost thou torture me? I art not the food of worms!"
"I within thee dwelt and I might not go
From, where with flesh,
I had invested with me
Thy sinful lusts oppressed,
So that to me full oft it seemed,
That it were a thousand winters
To thy d**h-day."