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Tanczt mir noch, her kogilweyt Wy wol das ir eyn apt seyt Ir must des todis regil halden Der wil ewers leybis walden |
Dance after me, Mr. Gugel-wide(1) even though you are an abbot. You must follow Death's rule;(2) He will rule over your body. |
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Ich habe vil monche als eyn apt gelert Garstrenge dirczogen vnd wol gemert Nu byn ich selbir hie betwungen Und mit des todis regil gedrungen |
I have - as an abbot - taught many monks; very strictly brought up and well nourished.(3) Now I am myself here subdued and under compulsion of Death's rule.(2) |

A little less than hundred years later, Hans Holbein copied the idea of
Death disrespectfully and smilingly
stealing the staff from an abbot with a long, black cloak and a heavy book.

Footnotes: (1) (2) (3)
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| What a "gugel" looked like. |
The text does say gemert (= "increased") but this is probably a typo since it says genertt in CPG 314.