The tyde abydeth no man.

Death, line 143.

Loo, fayre wordes maketh fooles fayne;
They promyse, and nothynge wyll do certayne. - View Quote Details on Loo, fayre wordes maketh fooles fayne;
They promyse, and nothynge wyll…
Everyman, I wyll go with thee and be thy guyde
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In…
Death: What, wenest thou thy lyfe is gyven thee
And thy wordely gooddes also?
Everyman: I had wende so, verely.
Death: Ney, nay, it was but lend thee,
For as sone as thou arte go
Another a whyle shall have it, and than go therfro
Even as thou hast done.
Everyman, thou arte mad, that hast thy wyttes five
And here on erth wyll not amende thy lyve,
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And thy…